LYRICS
作曲 : T. Okonma
Produced by: Tyler, The Creator
<Intro>
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
AAAAHHH!
<Verse>
Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a **** is what they're referring us (Wolf Gang
Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderers
And young enough to get the ****ing priest to come and flirt with u
You mother****ers rap about ****ing bitches and getting hea
Instead I rap about ****ing bitches and getting head
While you mother****ers stacking bread, I can stack a couple dea
Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby
I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist
I **** pigs with no permission and tend to hate ****er
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 ****er that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whor
That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours
(Umbrella) I hate this, screaming ****ing patienc
Got a ****er shaking like the calmest ****ing Haitia
After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went
I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate ****in
I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose
She running 'round this mother****ing dungeon, her legs loos
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
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 threesom
You got a ****ing death wish? I'm a genie, it'll get don
Nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup
****, I'm Tyler the Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeche
Rubber more than the ****ing bottom of a sneake
Jeeper the ****ing creeper, get your daughter and keep he
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 **** Eri
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 ****ing llamas, dead bodies, cheerleading squad
Gave the team a bunch of ****ing bees and the Keke Palme
They will never catch him or catch up
They asked me what it was, I told those ****ers it was ketchu
Nutty like my Chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum
Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up, yep
This the type of ****er that make children break in apartment
When you tell a ****ing orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thi
(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 ****ing Mexicans crossing the border (arriba!
I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
Cause I'll be too ****ing busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughte
(Mary) I'm awesome, and I **** dolphin
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 ****er, I'm the Pooh like Tigger ****in
I got these cracker doctors saying, "yeah Bob, this ****er's sick
Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry
Because I'm the blackest skinhead since India Arie
I don't smoke shit, so no need for the matche
I said ****ing coke and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashe
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 Saget
In some Kanye West glasses screaming out "****ing ****ers
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 ****
I... I'm speechless, that was... ****in
****ers, Tyler, you're gonna need some hel
I'm not a... **** it, different subjec
How's that girl you were telling me about?