[Verse: Tyler The Creator]
In the House of Horus, of Idora's running man
Son Of Sam now getting molested by Ms. Cunningham
Ms. Piggy cutting ham, p**y it was stunning, man
10 Wolf, football with the limbs now we're punting hands
Put them in the sk**et, fir it, k** it, burn it, sun it, tan
Like them cracker b**hes, I be f**ing when her snorting grams
Now I'm raping Mary, she's the only b**h without her lamb
Papa Johns, Papa damn right I'm a f**ing band
Pro when it comes to k**ing b**hes with a rubber-band
Open up the door to them legs, b**h I'm cumming in
You should've save the welcome mat, f** it I'll run over it
Like your intestines when I'm playing jump rope with it
Here come the kids, things are getting messy
Why the f** you ain't pull out the bib
b**h put on that ugly dress, and get out my room
I know all your info, so if you tell where I live
I can make an S Dot, live with you in the fridge
Wolf
Gang
Look...
Super 3 on the beat, it's like...
Wow, I just said that, the f**?