Artist: Tyler, the Creator Album: Goblin Song: Tron Cat Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] La la la, laaaa La la laaaaaa {*AUGHHHHHH!*} [Tyler, the Creator] Satan's gettin jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferrin us Books on not givin a fuck is what they referrin us (Wolf Gang) Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderous And young enough to get the fuckin priest to come and flirt with us You niggaz rap about fuckin bitches and gettin head Instead I rap about fuckin bitches and gettin heads While you niggaz stackin bread, I can stack a couple dead bodies Makin red look less of a color, more of a hobby I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit Brag about the actions in a rhymin pattern matter then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our categore' Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore that make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella) I hate this, screamin fuck patience Got a nigga shakin like the calmest fuckin Haitian after chronic masturbation, askin where Mary-Kate went I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick I make this damn +Bullwinkle+ the red +Moose+ Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose She run around this motherfuckin dungeon, her legs loose until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops [Tyler, the Creator] Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one Honey on that toppin when I stuff you in my system Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome You got a fuckin death wish? I'm a genie, it'll get done Nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you with a leaf of salad and some dressing pourin out a teacup Bitch, I'm Tyler the Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches Rubber more than the fuckin bottom of a sneaker J+eeper+ the fuckin +Creeper+, get your daughter and keep her In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarrassed Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to fuck Eric Put her in the lake, her body sinks great Now it's time to +Fish-her+ like +Derek+ Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust and snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson's tryin to suck our dick Hippopot the fuckin llamas, dead bodies, cheerleading squaders Gave the team a bunch of fuckin bees and the Keke Palmer They will never catch him or catch up They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup Nutty like my Chex Mix, she bleeding from her rectum Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up Yep~! [Tyler, the Creator] This the type of shit that make children break in apartments when you tell a fuckin orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thin (I hate you!) Starve her 'til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's Disorder Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland Catch me with a bunch of fuckin Mexicans crossin the border (arriba!) I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water cause I'll be too fuckin busy trin to flirt with Jesus' daughter (Fuck Mary) I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins Sicker than the starvin Nigerian kids barfing Odd Future Wolf Gang, Nazi bar mitzvah wit'cha sister at the bar playin leg and arm twister Evident that I'm the shit, I'm the +Pooh+ like +Tigger+ dick I got these cracker doctors saying, "Yeah Bob this nigger's sick" Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry because I'm the blackest skinhead since India Arie I don't smoke weed, so no need for the matches I said fuck coke and now I'm snortin Hitler's ashes I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma being the only bastard in a Box logo casket Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob Sagets in some Kanye West glasses screamin out "fuck faggots" Catch me in my attic takin photos of my dad's dick Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic {What the fuck?} {I'm... speechless... that was... fuck} {Shit, Tyler, you're gonna need some help} {I'm not a... fuck it, different subject} {How's that girl you were tellin me about?}