tron cat

• tyler the creator parçası.
  
  [verse 1]
  satan's getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us
  books on not giving a fuck is what they're referring us (wolf gang)
  wolves, i know you heard of us, we're murderers
  and young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us
  you niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head
  instead i rap about fucking bitches and getting heads
  while you niggas stacking bread, i can stack a couple dead
  bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby
  i'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist
  i fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit
  brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter
  then proceed to sat her down when i go splatter in her chatterbox
  atta boy, odd future, you're not in our categore
  torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store
  this the type of shit that make a chris brown want to kick a whore
  that make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours
  (umbrella) i hate this, screaming fuck patience
  got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking haitian
  after chronic masturbation, asking where mary-kate went
  i want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick
  i make this damn bullwinkle the red moose
  game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose
  she running 'round this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose
  until i accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
  
  [verse 2]
  victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one
  honey on that topping when i stuff you in my system
  rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends i had a threesome
  you got a fucking death wish? i'm a genie, it'll get done
  nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you
  with a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup
  bitch, i'm tyler the creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
  rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker
  jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her
  in the jeeps where the wolf gang rides around deeper
  take her to ladera, now she's scared and you're embarrassed
  filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands
  put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the berrics
  stare at steve, say it costs ten to fuck eric
  put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now it's time to fish her like derek
  satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust
  and snuff and sniff, and now that michael jackson's trying to suck our dick
  hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleading squaders
  gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the keke palmer
  they will never catch him or catch up
  they asked me what it was, i told them fuckers it was ketchup
  nutty like my chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum
  odd future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up, yep
  
  [verse 3]
  this the type of shit that make children break in apartments
  when you tell a fucking orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thin
  (i hate you!) starve her 'til i carve her then i shove her in the rover
  where i cut her like a barber with a parkinson's disorder
  store her in a portable freezer with me to portland
  catch me with a bunch of fucking mexicans crossing the border (arriba!)
  i'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
  cause i'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with jesus' daughter
  (fuck mary) i'm awesome, and i fuck dolphins
  sicker than the starving nigerian kids barfing
  odd future wolf gang nazi bar mitzvah
  with your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister
  evident that i'm the shit, i'm the pooh like tigger dick
  i got these cracker doctors saying, "yeah bob, this nigger's sick"
  animal safari, if i offend you i'm sorry
  because i'm the blackest skinhead since india arie
  i don't smoke weed, so no need for the matches
  i said fuck coke and now i'm snorting hitler's ashes
  i plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma
  being the only bastard in a box logo casket
  rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob sagets
  in some kanye west glasses screaming out "fuck faggots"
  catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's dick
  drop the beat here to make it extra climactic
  
  [outro: dr. tc]
  what the fuck?
  i'm speechless, that was, fuck
  shit, tyler, you're gonna need some help
  i'm not a.. fuck it, different subject
  how's that girl you were telling me about?