Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator - Tron Cat songtekst
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[Verse 1] Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, demons say they preferring us Books on not giving a fuck, well they 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 could 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 And brag about the actions and the rhyming pattern mattering And proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category Torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store This the type of shit that make the a Chris Brown wanna kick a whore That make songs about the wet blot when it rains and pours (Umbrella) I hate this, screaming fuck patience Got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking Haitians After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went I wanna be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick I make this damn Bullwinkle a red moose Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose She run around 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 my top 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 bleacher Beat ya 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 ride around deeper Take her to Ladera now she's getting 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 Berra, Steve say it costs ten to fuck Eric Put her in the lake her body seems great Now it's time to fish her like Derek Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust Snuff and sniffing out at Michael Jackson's tryna suck our dick Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies should leave the squatters Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and a Keke Palmer They will never catch him or catch up They asked me what it was I told them fuckers it was ketchup Now they 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 'em 'til they heart thin 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 I be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water Cause I be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter (Fuck Mary) I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins Sicker than a starving Nigerian kid's 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 Said fuck coke and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes Plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma Being the only bastard in a box logo casket Rashes on my dick from licks from 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