Broke dick, I'm looking for a drug Okay, to my 12 bar (One, um.) The beat, wears it like a As I my tree, medlar, South African Coughing 'til pains in my fucking abdomen I spit negative just like a My breeze more of a fucking The win, 'em all with a javelin Snakes, I'm rattling, suit taylor taddling You a bunch of squares, Madison As far as real niggas, bitch my battle's sick On top of being talented, bitch I'm passionate I'm a golden curse, me treacherous, treasure chest I'll 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, peck, Rosetta checks I put together and push for beef, if head for less I'm headed out to Australia with Tim Donnelly He gets caught up at security, the TSA don't me Tea parties are the shit, mags by the scones I'm fighting for gun rights to a nigga in his dome Click your fucking heels, there's no like home Cock back and blast off written on the tombstone, 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 fucking Tourette, I need a vacation all this shit got me stressing So after the with Sandusky Me and Sean Kingston and rented a couple jet skis Lionel rolled the up, so meanwhile me and Lucas getting up You can smell us coming like a faggot when he up Listening to last album to get pumped up To ask when I can get my dick You know Casey Anthony, was Dropping her off so she could come out and dance with me Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my some new chords while you uncreative were sampling 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 sargeaning (Tyler calm the fuck down) No, I'm the now My poppa didn't one, that's why I'm like this now I'm still to cut throat and if another fan asks For a photo while I'm on my pizza lunchable I'm 'a fucking snap like Berman when he 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 and them 16's came out of Like your wet dream, you mean old news Oh you really need us to show you we're harder than finding a fucking snickers bar in whole foods In a hoodie, nose bruised and a gold tooth Hoping the security guard doesn't hold you in custody But luckily had a couple of guns me Like gay step mom, none of you mothafuckas can fuck 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 Wang, Golf Tyler? A mi me vale madre Ja. y mira esa ropa, parecen una de payasos mugrosos! Por favor!