[Intro: Yo, shout out to everybody that on the album You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, out to Left Brizzle Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Shouts out to Syd the Dude, out to L-Boy Awk 1: Tyler the Creator] Big eared bandit is tossin' all his In a bag and them in seran wrap bandages Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those So when he "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident Um, flowin' like my pad is the My bitch and black like she's been mimickin' a panda It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Then all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain I never had a Reason, I was just Ableton Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' head Flyer an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit scented cheetah printed tee In that 'Preme panel, I'll repeat it for the season Previous items in the With the normal ass past like I cheated on my It's me (Tried to get nigga, but, Golf Wang) 2: Hodgy Beats] To some type of knowledge that is one perception But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead in red blouses Children who fled houses on Mustang and went joustin' I'm on my Hood shit, robbing in the hood Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' rings Coke diamonds and Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot And salute like the troop when you you gon' poop KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop And out my aid, Juice 3: Left Brain] got the juice, I got the gin Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in Gang party at the hotel I a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell You know Left need a freak I need a to go down like a Nitty beat Yup, uh, and her ass fat Don't be surprised if I ask the hash at Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter Still salute me or just shoot me Cause if you don't salute me then my team do the shooting Yeah my Ace will pull the black jack The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up And if these haters up, throw 'em in the aqueduct Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for But two bad bitches in of me cunnilingus [Verse 4: G] What the fuck is Often I leave you flossing and cause exes to coffins in translation, the dreams you chase Got you diving for the plates you stealing home base That's great, I'm alone dreaming of two on ones With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on And Travis is in the closet and hanging the tramp lettermans that Ace has been making him No strays while we catching matinees, I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout days I had the top off the GT3 like One in the air, all's fair when crime pays My grand scheme of is to be attached To the game like bitches to their rings And you don't even to look cause we gleam obscene In the light, ride slow to my diamond shining Like the Batman logo Gotham, rock LA to Harlem If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em One man squadron, nigga I'm a From Briggs I got bars and to Pimp these Polish into pop stars Humanity kills, we all from insanity still And if I it then it is or it's gonna be real OF 'til I OD and I will, uh [Verse 5: Genesis] It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get baby mommy popped With my snobby bop, do I love her? prolly not Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay I've been runnin' blocks a snotty tot Big wheel was a big deal the water Glocks Now I'm all grown, sing songs to give 'em watts Fire I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop Op Dom neck in your wish list Mad sick shit, mad dick for your On slick shit, your mistress on my hit list And I'm lifted 'til I'm out of this bitch Odd in your mothafuckin' clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya Suicide flow, let the big carry ya Tyler got the like he held Jim Carrey up And your team, ho nigga wassup Gang so you know we not giving no fucks You me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, it up Get me a Persian rug the center looks like Galaga [Verse 6: Ocean] Rent a car for a day around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze Bro, easy on the ounce, a lot for a day But enough for a week, my nigga what can I say I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I mean I'm I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the My brother it some time, Morris, and Day Course you the vibe's as fly as the rhymes On the song, cut and you could sample the Headphone bleed, make this shit sound to work the grill, fatburger and fries Then I made a mil and psychics was liars Now, how many crystal balls can I buy and own old me had to flex for the fogs Down in Muscle pumping iron and bone Bumping oldies off my phone Yeah, oldies off my cellular phone Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's Gotta do it over and over and over but here I go [Verse 7: Jasper Hey it's Jasper, not even a Only on this beat to make my racks faster Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an Pot head, half baked, lookin' Chappelle Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from Still ignorant, still hit a Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still give a shit me in the back with Miley on my lap Bong rips as I feel on that little cat Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket Fuck it, Wolf [Verse 8: Sweatshirt] Yeah, fuck that, look, for is a pair of lips Swallowin' sarapin, fires to sheriffs whips (Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a carrot stick And me? I just spent a year And lost a little sanity to show you hysterics is Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas embarrassed is Narrow, tight line, might impair him I made it to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' of parasites Threw his own off the roof after paradise La di da di, in here to fuck the party up Raidin' fridges, tippin' vases with a tommy gun Never dollars, poppa it rain hockey pucks And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome Call him bloated he show 'em that the flow deluxe Off the wall loafers, Loko, and a cobra clutch Vocals and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum And let me hit and beat it with a stick the hole was numb The culprit of the punch Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup Or Nevada, drunk inside a stolen truck Shittin' his colon bust Belly of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum Supernova, I'm rollin' over the I'm roamin' through the and spittin' cold as the porridge is Stay gold 'til the case closed and the end Post mortem porkin' this rap and record it To it to the morgue again, lord of lips Bored of this, the tippy top, best under 40 list Stormin' the gate, the bass Scorchin' ladies motherfucker in torso and face Get at me savages, have a pack of Apache Indian pack of niggas who give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi Back like passin' With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin' As an addict I let and Xannies relax me Fall if your paddies is Maxi, please 9: Tyler the Creator] OF, that's all I got my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac From that father figure to that skatey nigga Naks Shredding down 'Fax, Gang run the fucking block Storefront, tat cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks And tape...and my shoes Um, I was 15 I first drew that donut 5 later, for our label yea we own it I started an empire, I ain't even old To drink a beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop This is for the niggers in the And the kids with nigger friends who say the n-word And the that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Spielberg say we ain't acting right Always try to turn our fucking color into and white But never change 'em, never understand 'em Radical's my anthem, turn my amps up So instead of critiquing and bitching, mad as fuck Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches OFM, on your FM Gnaw, 2011, yeah, Wang