Tron Cat - Tyler, the Creator
Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a f_ck, well they referring us (Wolf Gang)
Wolves I know you heard of us, we're murderers
And young enough to get the f_cking priest to come and flirt with us
You n_ggas rap about f_cking b_tches and getting head
Instead I rap about f_cking b_tches and getting heads
While you n_ggas 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 f_ck b_tches with no permission and tend to hate sh_t
And brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter
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 sh_t that make a Chris Brown wanna kick a whore
That make songs about the wet blot when it rains and pours (Umbrella)
I hate this, screaming f_ck patience
Got a n_gga shaking like the calmest f_cking Haitians
After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went
I wanna be the reasons why all lesbians hate d_ck
I make this damn Bullwinkle a red moose
Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose
She run around this motherf_cking dungeon, her legs loose
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one
Honey on that taco when I stuff you in my system
Rape a pregnant b_tch and tell my friends I had a threesome
You got a f_cking 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
B_tch I'm Tyler the Creature, s_ck your feet up like a beacher
Beat ya rubber more than the f_cking bottom of a sneaker
Jeeper the f_cking 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
Stear her, Steve say it costs ten to f_ck 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 s_ck our d_ck
Hippopot the f_cking llamas, dead bodies should leave the squatters
Gave the team a bunch of f_cking bees and a Keke Palmer
They will never catch him or catch up
They asked me what it was I told them f_ckers it was ketchup
Nutty like my chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum
Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus throwing sets up, yep
This the type of sh_t that make children break in apartments
When you tell a f_cking 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 f_cking Mexicans crossing the border
I be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
Cause I be too f_cking busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter (F_ck Mary)
I'm awesome, and I f_ck 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 sh_t, I'm the Pooh like Tigger d_ck
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 f_ck 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 d_ck from licks from shishkabob Sagets
In some Kanye West glasses screaming out f_ck faggots
Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's d_ck
Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic
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