Artist: Tyler, the Creator Album: Bastard Song: Jack and the Beanstalk Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me [Tyler, the Creator] Odd Future, I'm your muh'fuckin sergeant Nigga I'm in charge, I fuck with Freshjive cause I get it, no charge And BBC for the low price, no bargin Nigga that's a bargain Cow print t-shirt like a muh'fuckin dog on the muh'fuckin farm with cockadoddle doodles I'm makin straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle and my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodles Felines on the free time, I'm tossin bitches' salads And I'm eatin up they croutons, Erica to Milan We was flyin to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock To Soho, Baby Milo so dope The cocaine flow, niggaz spit heat, propane Niggaz get the picture I see, why? (They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me) [Chorus] My nigga, no hook {*4X*} No hook... fuck a hook, fuck a hook [Tyler, the Creator] Yo, beside me, nobody likes me Mainly because I am not a fuckin HypeBeast I think Supreme suck, we gnarly all our Nikes I can wear some Wranglers, with a fuckin white tee Doo-rag to match, and I do sag, in fact My, hat is in tact with the FUBU pull over Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover Range And I'm drivin a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange And I'm the only fuckin rapper without a chain with a four finger ring like I can't spell my fuckin name And I go to Obama rallies screamin out "McCain" Them ignorant thrashin motherfuckers is my gang and the dirty Ladera, I can't forget where I came from Nigga you don't claim none, fun I am the teacher White and black bitch like she's a motherfuckin zebra Candies in my pocket, I see you niggaz on Easter [Chorus] [Bridge] (It's gold) The gold is in the back (It's gold) The bitch is in the front (It's gold) The beat's a fuckin bully (Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man (Gold) The pink is in the sky (That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind (It's gold) The mind is in my gold The beat is turning old, so go [Tyler, the Creator - voice pitched up] Synthesizer, I'm the motherfuckin master Nigga I'm a bastard, I fuck with chord keys cause the sound lasts loner, bass drummer song and then a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic Nigga you can bite this unless you want to bite back I didn't take my fuckin Ritalin, this is a hype track HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit I had you motherfuckers eatin salad like a fat bitch [Outro] Ummm, uhhh, drop it! Ace the Creator O.F.M, bangin on your FM Ace the Creator Drop the drums, nigga Thank you to HypeBeast