Broke dick, I'm looking for a drug Okay, to my 12 bar (One, um.) The beat, wears it a kevlar As I my tree, medlar, South African Coughing there's pains in my fucking abdomen I spit negative like a halogen My breeze more of a fucking The win, killing 'em all with a Snakes, I'm rattling, taylor never taddling You niggas a bunch of squares, As far as real niggas, bitch nigga my battle's On top of being talented, bitch I'm fucking I'm a golden curse, call me treacherous, treasure build on to the beat like tetris Remember me? Forgetfulness, I am your I stitched Odd and together like a leather vest You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, Rosetta I put together decks and for beef, if head for less I'm headed out to Sydney with Tim Donnelly He caught up at security, the TSA don't follow me Tea are the shit, forty mags by the scones I'm fighting for gun rights to a nigga in his dome Click your fucking heels, there's no place home Cock and blast off written on the tombstone, ain't that a bitch That wasn't a 12 bar (Tyler, up, nigga?) I can't (What's wrong?) 2: Tyler] Let's see, what's with me? Might be my Tourette, see? I need a vacation cause all this shit got me So after the showers Sandusky Me and Sean Kingston went and a couple jet skis Lionel rolled the up, so me and Lucas getting fucked up You can smell us like a faggot when he hicks up to Common's last album to get pumped up To ask when I can get my sucked You know Anthony, was handling Dropping her off so she could come out and dance with me Wine in the pantry, on my trampoline Learned some new chords while you uncreative were I'm Wolf, I.spit flow As retarded as the sound of deaf arguing You hold the future of the kid you daughter's Me, I have the Odd Future mothafuckin' (Tyler the fuck down) No, I'm the fuck now My poppa didn't one, that's why I'm like this now I'm down to cut throat and if another fan asks For a while I'm snacking on my pizza lunchable I'm 'a fucking snap like Berman he acts right Then have a mental breakdown and proceed to use a pipe OF will be for niggas be dumb poor Don't believe me, ok be right back, I'm to the gun store M-16's and 16's out of nowhere Like kid's wet dream, what you old news Oh you need us to fucking show you That we're harder than finding a snickers bar in whole foods In a black hoodie, nose bruised and a tooth Hoping the fuckin' security doesn't hold you in custody But luckily had a 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 es Odd Future Golf Wang, Golf A mi me vale madre Ja. y mira esa ropa, parecen una bola de mugrosos! Por favor!