[Intro: Tyler, the Creator]
I don't want a bride I just want bone marrow
[Verse 1]
I'm a silly little psycho
Strangle b**hes, snap their neck bones
They said 'Brian you are loco!'
I said 'Hey, f** off you cholo's'
Hang with vato's up the road though
Got them jealous cause my chains gold
In the attic I let the oak grow, b**h I'm in love with the coco
I'm from the fifth echelon, I make silly b**hes tag along
I like to sing some f**ed up songs about k**ing f*ggots
Sing along
You do not understand me, you're excited for this f**ing drop
I strangle all the b**hes till they're dead
Then I just f** 'em raw
[Verse 2]
I said I strangle, b**h, I strangle b**hes
Snitches get stitches, and this is a parody I click yes
Click your f**ing heals and pray for home
With a plastic gat against your dome
Shimmy through the trunks
And then just follow me through the fox holes
b**h, I'm northwest hitting routes
To dig the nearest ditches for this drought
The panties locked up in my room
So I can smell them when I'm shouting
f** the USA!
Get paid and bust a nut and throw grenades
Hang on, just give me some shade
Because I'm about to get laid!
[Interlude]
Brian's Conscience: Brian, what the f** you doing?
This is not an anthem
We called you for an anthem
So those kids can put their hands up
Brian: b**h! I am not Luke Bryan
Wearing my little sisters jeans
The only difference in our songs is that mine is anti clean
Rap
[Verse 3]
Make some f**ing noise because this party's really wack
You got the b**hes on the right
Looking like they just smoked crack
You got the b**hes on the left
They look like hookers at a hookah bar
I hit a couple chin ups then I drive your girls car
I say, we go far as f**, as you just sit back at home
I mean, I party every weekend cause I think that I am grown
So if your tucks lousy then sit back
I handle b**hes then relax
They lick my f**ing balls like milk
That's sitting out for stray cats
[Verse 4]
I peeped the rats, I wasn't racing
I was pacing in the kitchen filling b**hes up with paste
I made with haste
Then I shove 'em in the oven where I treat 'em like a rover
Then I cut 'em like a barber with a parkinson's disorder
I'm f**ing special ed, I won't stop until I am dead
I can't f**ing stop, I'll shoot you in your f**ing head
Then leave you all to bleed out 'til the carpet color turns red
Smoking while I'm k**ing call me Ash vs. the Evil Dead
I said I'm special, I'm f**ing special as f**
I'm A1 sauce, and your looking like Heinz Ketchup
Beat you to a pulp, I think this fiction hasn't had enough
And by enough, I mean we're dope as f** they had a gram
Of us
[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt]
This the sh** that get cripple b**hes to hop...