Jamba

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

Papa ain't call even though he saw me

On TV, it's all good (Fuck you)

But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaw

Swallow, girl, it's just nut, haha

Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass

Yeah, they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag

Like me and Tekeli was gaggin' in the back of the cab and

Camp Flog Gnaw, nigga, you can tell by the badge

(Hodgy, pass me my inhaler, fuck!)

I'm sick of hackin' and coughin', I'm often this fuckin' awesome

I'm animals, Noah's Arking, all from this rapping' nonsense

Four stories in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?" (Nigga?)

Get shit poppin' like Peter's pores during puberty

And take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity

Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience

Oh, you want a tip, bitch? Well, here's my dick for grati-tur-ity

Bitch!

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

Shut 'em down!

Nigga, shut 'em down!

Shut 'em down!

G!

[Verse 2: Hodgy]

I tumble-crush on hussy sluts, give money up then nutty-butt

Professor, Nutty, Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch

Like, what the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck, turn the fuckin' music up

So I can't hear these stupid fucks, talk-no-walk, let you discuss

You're talking too much, who the fuck are you to us? Uterus

I put that on my pubes and nuts if I don't begin moving up

I'm shooting up (Brrt!), you and her crew on turf, new desert

I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt

I can smell the whore on a bitch when she flocks around my crew to flirt

It's on ya shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first

Fuck a human nurse! I'm ill, I used this earth to infuse the birth

Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to

Skip to my Lou, get hip to the pew

You can drink piss and eat a dick in a few, the sickening view

Of visual, wools, I'll eat your ribs, I'm a wolf

Then meet your kids after school, and give them drugs 'cause it's cool, fucker!

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

Shut 'em down!

Nigga, shut 'em down!

Shut 'em down!

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]

Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga, let's smoke weed

That shit I need, be the shit that's green

A little purple and pink, come get some Swisher Sweets

About three or four more than needed be

I got an eighth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape (Shit)

I hate the grape, I could taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes (Shit)

You could smell us in places when we walk and our clothing is always covered in flakes

Enough for two shake blunts; and what the fuck is this? (Uh...)

I think this Mary is laced, my heart is beating at paces

That Pacquiao can't relate, I'm fuckin' faded like gradients

Shit, I'm stuck like tape that's superglued

To the center of Kelly Price first waist

It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the shit is scary

The paranoia from this marijuana's very heavy, I'm lifted

Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pass the sherm

Let's use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit (Shut 'em down!)

[Outro: Domo Genesis]

C'mon, my nigga, you don't even smoke!

You weak as fuck, my nigga

You do not smoke! No tucks, my nigga

You're as weak as f— you're a butt, my nigga

Oh, mark ass nigga, cuh

Oh my god, bro, here come this weak-ass nigga Samuel