Dinosaur [V2]

[Intro]

One, two, gold, four

[Verse 1]

One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish

Fuck going to parties, I'm reading Dr. Seuss shit

The Devil said I'm heaven sent, my fucking skills are evident

You're irrelevant, like us having a nig​ger president

Yo' black pupils stick to me like Velcro

But I don't think no one can touch me, Tickle Me Elmo

You're a fucking homo's snack, a Lunchable

I'm an Addams Family member, you're a fucking Huxtable

My Superman state of dark cape is Bape

You're wearing Diamond Supply but you do not even skate

You're backwards bent, no forward thought shit

Like fat people wearing skinny jeans they can't fit

If I die, tell my mom I took a dollar out her wallet

Always out the motherfucking box, no in

Don't have a religion, ignorant, no sin

Begin my book, first page no end, I'm done

[Interlude]

Yeah

This is like a Zombie Circus, for me

Hi, I'm Tyler

[Verse 2]

Told my counselor I'm contemplating killing, these instrumentals ill as fuck

Used for Penicillin, pump bass these keys

To rappers I was dealing made me a crazy man

Mom, pass the fucking Ritalin

Bitches throw they pussy at me like they mad at kittens

Got me pissing red and green shit like it's fucking Christmas

But I'm a fucking virgin if you listen

When I say I hate yo' motherfucking guts I'm not kidding

My suicide note's already written

It says "Fuck you" in all caps, to be specific

Company that that piano kept me

I cannot comprehend you niggas, I'm dyslexie

With skinheads, skateboarders somewhere where yo' ex be

You roll with thugs, you can find me where the T-Rex be

Busted ass cap, busted ass shoes

On a scale to one to two I'm Fucking Awesome plus tax

I'm done

[Interlude]

Shit

Uh-uh-uh uh

Yeah

This is like The Truman Show

I'm Tyler

[Verse 3]

Fuck Lame hoodie, my mom goodie

Naked Jazz records, Jimmy, woody

Iller, I would be, killer, or should he kill her? I should be

But I'm a fucking dinosaur, you could hear me make a roar

Right inside your fucking store, interesting your fucking brain

Right inside the fucking door, my key got three locks

To open the beat box where I keep my instruments

On some sentimental shit

Y'all don't got Maybachs, y'all be on some rental shit

I'm broke as fuck, my pockets be on some lintel shit

Smile with the gold fronts like I'm on some dental shit

Walk inside Supreme like I'm on some Skate Mental shit

Talkin' to my self, yeah I'm on some mental shit

[Outro]

Cha-ching, cha-ching

Fuckin' cha-ching

Uh, uh

Uh, yeah