Slow It Down

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]

Ace, The Creator

O.F

Hodgy Beats (Drop it)

[Verse 1: Hodgy]

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs

With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on

Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms

Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons

Hodgy Beats is like lip balm

If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Haters must be starving nowadays, I make California Vietnam

And I'm going to embalm my creativity

Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)

We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Bring the keys, yeah!)

We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)

We gon' slow it down for all you slow bitches (Bring the keys, oh my God!)

We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?)

We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Could you bring the keys? Yeah!)

Slow it down, slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?)

Slow it down (Drop the drums)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

Pink chinchilla, something like Thriller

My T-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda

But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

I'm never the winner, always the loser

I don't choose to win, but I will choose her

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

I never use a fork, I always spoon her

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch

Making shit come like I'm Go-Go Gadget

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)

We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Bring the keys, yeah!)

We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)

We gon' slow it down for all you slow bitches (Bring the keys, oh my God!)

We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?)

We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Could you bring the keys? Yeah!)

Slow it down, slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?)

Slow it down (Drop the drums)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]

Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces

You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers

I've got Muslims calling on Jesus

I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?

Found Alicia, now she keyless

Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless

Murdered every bod from my squad

So technically, now I'm teamless

O.F. is so prestigious, uh, yeah

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]

Um, it's not that hard but

Well, for me it's not

O.F.M., bangin' on your FM

Ace, The Creator

Hodgy Beats

O.F., yes