Artist: Tyler, the Creator f/ Hodgy Beats Album: Goblin Song: Burgers Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com (Ah...Jesus...hehehe) [Tyler, the Creator] Nigga this is my cup, drink the cyanide up Dope as fuck so I would really shoot a group of guys up Deep thought, I'm often lost - fuck it, put me next to awesome Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut Butt-fuck a couple rocks, in the Wendy's parking lot Barkin at the sight of light from my bright sparkling Cock-a-doodle, eatin toaster strudel at a nude beach in Rome in a black baked spaghetti strap made of Romen noodles My bitch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass Get my dicky rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast Chris-y Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kickin ass Life's a bitch, fuck college, mommy I am ditchin class I rather be happy than fuckin forty So fuck that teacher's lecture I'm havin Sydney record me For the 2Dope -- (They didn't like it~!) Oh well, let's get XXL to write us a fuckin story [Chorus: Hodgy Beats] Hey, it's sittin right in my lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it I'm the fuckin poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus Comprehend the language, you scared of WAR? I'm all anxious, we got the Angus if you want beef (Hey!) Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Slice the onions) Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese) Oh, now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?) Now have that burger, eat it fast nigga (Swag!) [Tyler, the Creator] Fucking Aw-get-you-some/all, get you some, obviously intended pun Same time it took, Jason Dill to get the stitchin done Custom-made, one of one, sold out Roxy perfor-mance Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform "Sandwitches" Started back in fuckin London cracker children wanted something They could bump and punch a bunch of fuckin faces (Stomp 'em out) Moshin pits to breakin arms, Zombie Circus not a carn-ival Wolves is on the farm and we're all evil-harmed Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleep Make a peep, fuckin body will go missing in a week Roam/Rome around the city with her titties like a fuckin Greek, God "Bastard" was the shit, explains why it never leaked I am +Coming of my Age+ with my Memphis Bleek Shootin from the sky, the only problem is the missin beak (Once I have my wings +AND+ my muh'fuckin chain..) Oh, that's the black talk you give me, let me down a couple cups of bleach [Chorus] [Tyler, the Creator] Free Earl, that's the fuckin shit and if you disagree, lick a couple pimple-covered clits from some strippin lesbian dikes that fight niggaz that like to rap about those dikes that fight niggaz Alright, enough with this shit, let's talk business Acquire more currency, disregard bitches Go to Shake house and playin "Goblin" in his kitchen Then force him and his mom to listen to track six then If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his fuckin dick and put it in the cabinet where the fuckin cookies and chips is Take a bunch of pictures and post 'em on my Twitters then go to Jimmy Fallon like, "Faggot, when we perfoming?" Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggaz start stormin on the stage In a +Rage+ that'll scare Zack Rocha Better get ya tanks before this Wolf Wars over History repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier