Tyler, The Creator

Tyler, The Creator - Transylvania lyrics

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Left Brain
Wolf Haley
Golf Wang
Free Earl, uh.

Goddamn I love women
Daydream about penis being in 'em.
Meet them with a big grin,
With a MAC-10,
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em.
All beige suit made out of white women.
With the red lipstick,
Dancin' to John Lennon.
With the red sweater,
Jeans made out of blue denim.
Nigga, catch me in the spot where the sun don't shine.
Bitch don't mind me,
Shake yo heinie.
The only motherfuckin' wolf here to spit venom.
You're a bad bitch with a real good kitten
And I got the appetite of them fat black women.
Wolf Gang in this bitch with a bunch of raps with 'em.
Lookin' like the Holocaust with Supreme hats with 'em.
I am tryna get Miss. Piggy
By the motherfuckin' hairs of her chinny chin chin
Uhm what's that? The cock of a black dude.
Mad 'cause his daughter got the swag of a vacuum.
Uh, fuck it. I take her to the backroom dungeon,
Fighting and punching.
And now this slut is under the fuckin' assumption
That I will be fuckin' and munchin' her muffin.
Cum will be bleeding,
But that's not from the time signature of the month
Uhm

It's because I'm Dracula, bitch.
Don't got a problem with smackin' a bitch.
Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit.
So I grab 'em throats
And start smackin' and shit.
It's because I'm Dracula, bitch.
Don't got a problem with smackin' a bitch.
Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit.
'Til she decides to take Dracula's dick.

Goddamn I love bitches.
'Specially when they only suck dick
And wash dishes.
Cook and clean and grant my wishes.
And make me and the Wolf Gang sandwitches.
Transylvania crypt let's take a tour.
Bitch, try and get through that black trap door.
Keep yellin' and workin' them vocal cords.
And that'll be more of a reason that you get slapped up.
Is that four trunks comfy?
Fuck you!
Fuck me?
No fuck Buffy.
That little bitch keeps trying to hump me.
Jumpin' over dicks.
What the fuck she want from me?
She keeps sendin' me garlic.
How many times I gotta tell her I'm allergic.
(I like your cape)
Oh, this manly ape cape?
Bitch, I got it for a bargain at the neighborhood Target.
Fangs is sharp.
And I hope you that all I really want from you is that throat.
I can't eat pussy
'Cause I might leave cuts
Then it's blood on my sheets,
But that might be a plus.
On the channel a fuckin' animal
Leakin' like pairs of candles.
Bitches ain't hard to handle.
And I don't want a bride
I just want bone marrow.
Uhh

It's because I'm Dracula, bitch.
Don't got a problem with smackin' a bitch.
Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit.
So I grab 'em throats
And start smackin' and shit.
It's because I'm Dracula, bitch.
Don't got a problem with smackin' a bitch.
Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit.
'Til she decides to take Dracula's dick.

Bite her in her fuckin' neck.
Bite her in her fuckin' neck.
By the motherfuckin' lake.
By the motherfuckin' lake.
Call my gang of wolves and bats.
Call my gang of wolves and bats.
It's a full moon tonight.
And these hoes ain't actin' right.

It's because I'm Dracula, bitch.
Swag, swag, swag.
It's because
Left Brain,
Wolf Haley,
Free Earl.
Golf Wang, Golf Wang,
Golf Wang, Golf Wang.
It's the fuckin' Golf Wang
It's the fuckin' Golf Wang
I am fuckin' Golf Wang.
Nigger, this is Golf Wang.
Fuckin' family Golf Wang.
Kill them bitches Golf Wang.
Boy I've met these kids, Golf Wang.
That fuckin' neck is Golf Wang.
I am from the Golf Wang.
Golf Wang.
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