Artist: Tyler, the Creator f/ Kanye West, Lil Wayne Album: Cherry Bomb Song: Smuckers Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Chorus: Tyler, the Creator] For your boy I'm watchin' "Freaks and Geeks" with the trampoline on the floor I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, nigga [Tyler, the Creator] Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive, what's your name again? Nobody knows it Don't speak to me nigga, you not important~! I'm focused~!! ("Two, three, four") Bring in the horns They say I'm nutty, a picnic basket, I'm short of a sandwich I'm peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot, please come and get me Said I'll suck him at your neck, like a hickey, boy I'm sicky Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody fuckin with me I got, banned from New Zealand, Whitey called me a demon (yeah) And a terrorist, goddammit, I couldn't believe it Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger~! I clearly don't give a FUCK so you could run that shit BACK And FUCK your loud pack and FUCK your Snapchat (man) "Cherry Bomb" the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round Damn, 'bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves Tyler, the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice Put that fuckin' cow on my level cause I'm raisin' the stakes Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 And what we ate was the steaks now our section is great Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass 'em a plate~! 'YE~!! [Kanye West] Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me? Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks but I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike Richer than white people with black kids Scarier than black people with ideas Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing goin for me You can't +Lynch+ +Marshawn+ if Tom Brady throwin' to me I made a million mistakes but I'm successful in spite of 'em I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin' I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me +"R U Still Down?"+ "Yeah my nigga", it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome I am the free nigga archetype I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon It's funny when you get extra money Every joke you tell just be extra funny I mean you can even dress extra bummy Cocaine bathroom break, nose extra runny And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me Oxford want a full blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, err, like hop, I hopped out like "wassup?" Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga you suck, hold up SKRRRT~! ... {*car revving*} I studied the proportions Emotions runnin' at an Autobahn speed level Had a drink with fear and I was textin' God He said "I gave you a big dick so go extra hard" [Chorus: Tyler, the Creator] For your boy I'm tryna pop the new McLaren with the vertical doors I'm watchin' "Freaks and Geeks", got a trampoline in my room, damn [Tyler, the Creator] ("Two, three, four") Hold your fuckin horses Niggas really fuckin thought that T lost it Like I bet it at a auction, been exhausted I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips Fuckin' losers [Lil Wayne] Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie I whip your donkey by my lonely, I eat pussy like Shoni's Yeah, it's Tunechi homie, master of ceremonies I knock 'em down, +Domino+ effect, no pepperoni I swear [Tyler, the Creator] + (Lil Wayne) This them Golf Boys like them Hot Boys For the '9-9 and 2000, but it's the two thou' And the '1-4 and the '1-5 Yo whattup Wayne? (Whattup slime? Nigga go hard) Yeah, I'ma go hard like before came, got too much drive, need like ten lanes Life is a broad and she give brain That's that road head (yeah) that's a dream car Got a full tank of that same year I was born That's that '1-9-9-1, 'nother nigga like I, you won't find one Cause nigga I'm a GOD, a divine one - Tune [Lil Wayne] My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb Middle finger blind so it's fuck A-N-Y one Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son I'm starin' at a trampoline/tramp on lean, made my eye jump Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up Steaks/stakes are high, well done and prime cut, eat up I stick my Rollie in her mouth, let the time cum She got hair like Sheneneh and eyes like Wanda, oh my goodness [Tyler, the Creator] Wayne, them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy 'Ye, we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel (black ass nigga) They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling Boy let's get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas I'll bring the Clippers and a couple owners that's kinda German You bring the nooses and a couple trees where the money grow and get bodies burnin' Cause I'm tryna +Hang+ like I'm +Mr. Cooper+ or Jews in Berlin Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham I need musics all over the street like Erick Sermon was, fuck us, maybe we should team up Anti Golf Boys cause I don't fuck with me either I'm a liar, I'm a faggot (uh) [Lil Wayne] Son you need Jesus But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus Well, I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis I know, it ain't gain nor fame nor tame Or lame nor strange [Tyler] Nah faggot, it's Golf - Wang