Artist: Tyler, the Creator Album: Bastard Song: Seven Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Tyler, the Creator] I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders I give a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxin at Happy Camper The fuckin financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxin I'm taxing, "Fuck 'em all!" I'm chanting Don't complain I'm just ranting Fuck ranking, I'm the best I'm the champion's chariot I'm a liar like Carrey in "Liar, Liar" I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott +Cable Guy+ like +Larry+, Peter Pan in my youth Fuck you +Fairies+, I'm using my +Tooth+ bait to give that bitch teeth paste Fuck it, Odd Future some Nazis, black Nazis don't copy We perfect, you sloppy, hotter than Saki Takei Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet Screw you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett Hang with thrashers and jackers, drug dealers and crackers AP students and slackers I'm backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93 Escaping from concentration camps with a fuckin girl, board and a ramp that I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that's VVS Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly White, red-headed bitch, reminded me of Annie She dyno like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me Fuck You Bunch is here, never disrespect my family That's for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie Wasted fuckin youth? All you old niggaz antiques We go skate, rape sluts, and eat donuts from Randy Bitches like Tina Landry, watching Billy and Mandy Motherfuckers wanna be +Odd+ but you can't be Sit the fuck down all you old niggaz stand me Faggot [Tyler, the Creator] I guess I got to be a fuckin hand-me-down rapper from Los Angee' area anytime I'm fuckin landin Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track them motherfuckers could never get rid of me Guess I gotta do a fuckin song with Dom Kennedy Get these fucking hip-hop bloggers to start feelin me Because I'm 17, compose my own beats, lyrically I'm dope enough to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotine Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some fuckin skinny jeans and follow in your footsteps like a motherfuckin millipede Centipede, make songs about Gucci and cigga-weed Jerk with my freshmen like it's some motherfuckin little league No I ain't no fucking hipster, mister No I'm not no fucking Kid CuDi, all my fuckin fans love me Collaboration hits for fans screaming FUCK BUDDIES~! Yo, yo [Tyler, the Creator] I'm driving in a stolen truck, and I'm probably fuckin drunk Wasted as fuck, can't +Walk It Out+, DJ Unk My nose is filled with coke, and my license is revoked (Shut the fuck up!) Who the fuck told me not to spoke? Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished I'm managed, hop off my dick and make a fuckin sandwich Everybody listening can suck my dick in Spanish Fuck you... faggot (fucking bastard) [Outro] Ha ha ha! Yeah, umm As you can probably tell from listening to this record I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period But um, I didn't mean to offend anyone Alright, I'm lying! O.F.