Broke dick, I'm for a drug lord Okay, to my 12 bar (One, um.) The beat, wears it a kevlar As I smoke my tree, medlar, African 'til there's pains in my fucking abdomen I spit just like a halogen My more of a fucking masculine The win, killing 'em all a javelin Snakes, I'm rattling, suit never taddling You niggas a of squares, Madison As far as niggas, bitch nigga my battle's sick On top of being talented, I'm fucking passionate I'm a golden curse, call me treacherous, treasure build on to the beat like tetris Remember me? Forgetfulness, I am correctionist I stitched Odd and Future like a leather vest You fucking sweater neck, peck, Rosetta checks I put together decks and for beef, if head for less I'm out to Sydney Australia with Tim Donnelly He gets up at security, the TSA don't follow me Tea parties are the shit, mags by the scones I'm fighting for gun to shoot a nigga in his dome Click your fucking heels, no place like home Cock back and off written on the tombstone, ain't that a bitch That wasn't a 12 bar (Tyler, up, nigga?) I count (What's wrong?) 2: Tyler] Let's see, what's with me? Might be my fucking Tourette, I need a cause all this shit got me stressing So the showers with Sandusky Me and Sean Kingston and rented a couple jet skis Lionel rolled the up, so me and Lucas getting fucked up You can smell us coming like a faggot he hicks up Listening to Common's last to get pumped up To ask when I can get my sucked You know Casey Anthony, was Dropping her kids off so she could come out and with me Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my Learned new chords while you uncreative were sampling I'm Wolf, I.spit flow As retarded as the sound of people arguing You the future of the kid you daughter's gargling Me, I have the Odd Future sargeaning (Tyler the fuck down) No, I'm the fuck now My didn't give one, that's why I'm like this now I'm still to cut throat and if another fan asks For a while I'm snacking on my pizza lunchable I'm 'a fucking snap like when he acts right Then a mental breakdown and proceed to use a crack pipe OF be done for niggas be dumb poor Don't believe me, ok be right back, I'm to the gun store and them 16's came out of Like kid's wet dream, what you mean old Oh you really need us to show you That harder than finding a fucking snickers bar in whole foods In a black hoodie, nose and a gold tooth Hoping the fuckin' security doesn't hold you in custody But had a couple of guns with me Like gay step mom, none of you mothafuckas can with me Vete a la casa de tu No mas andan aqui con sus babosadas, que Odd ni que Odd Future Yo no se que es eso, idiotas, que chingados es Odd Golf Wang, Tyler? A mi me vale madre Ja. y mira esa ropa, una bola de payasos mugrosos! Por favor!