[Tyler, the Creator] They say I´ve calmed down since the last album Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? (Umm) Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns And I don´t give a shit, bend my rectum Somebody said bands make her dance You think you´re getting cash, no bitch, you´re dumb The only thing that you´re gonna get is this dick Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?) Here, take a goddamn picture And tell Spike Lee he´s a goddamn nigger And while you´re at it, pass the lotion And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun Before I come, I´m calling your sister When she comes over, I take picture Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
[Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator] Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Why y´all so salty, Hot Tamale is on A can of beans bitch I´m on, your boy is bad to the bone
[Tyler, the Creator] Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision And if he´s tripping off my sneak dissing Then he has to deal with me and my minions Tryna get a bimmer, E46 Have you heard 48, motherfucka I´m great Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves From cuts from the Biebs, cause he´s puffin´ the trees, please Fuck I look like? Got a new bike tire Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!) My urethra, hole that I pee from Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha Now, turn that snare down I´m back like I´m Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus Like "You´re going to jail now!"
[Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator] Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Why y´all so salty, Hot Tamale is on A can of beans bitch I´m on, your boy is bad to the bone
[Tyler, the Creator] How much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck? Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?) Yes I can sir, Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er I’m a CO fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my BO Find me and lance tryna dance during chemo Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
[Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator] Yeah Buddy, (?), Na Na Na Na Na Na Na! Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Go Fuck You, Na Na Na Na Na Na! Why y´all so salty, Hot Tamale is on Can´t agree? bitch im on, Your boy is bad to the bone
[Tyler, the Creator] How many fags can a lightbulb screw? Well if I has a dick, they be two´s and sixes And tell the NRA I´m about to lose my shit Shoot through Wayne LaPierre´s hair with a crucifix How many ladies in the house? How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh? A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin´ Hope my Mom don´t catch me, tryna set mood Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don´t need lube, dryfit suits me Up and down, friction with the sound, shit´s kind of disgusting Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me This shit´s so damn embarrassing like
Wolf: Oh shit, aw fuck. Clancy: What the fuck! Wolf: Aw, I´m sorry. Clancy: Is that my shirt? Wolf: Yeah sorry I needed something Clancy: Clean that shit up, we´re going to the office!