Papa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (f** you)
But now my balls balls deep in this broad's jaw, swallow girl, it's just nut
b**hes scared to let me smash on they a**
Yeah, they heard I'm f**in' nuts like the swag of a f*g
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Flog Gnaw, n***a, you can tell by the badge
Hodgy, pa** me my inhaler
I'm sicking of hacking and coughing, I'm often this f**ing awesome
I'm animal, Noah's arking, all from this rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the f**'s an apartment?"
Get sh** poppin' like Peter's pores during puberty
Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip b**h, well here's my dick for gratiturity, b**h
Shut 'em down
n***a, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
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Hodgy Beats:
I tumble-crush on huzzy s*uts, give money up then nutty bu*t
Professor Nutty Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch
Like, what the f**? I'm drunk as f**, turn the f**ing music up
So I can't hear these stupid f**s, talk-no-walk, let you discuss
You're talking too much, who the f** are you to us? Uterus
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up
I'm shooting up, you and her crew on turf, new desert
I can see the b**h in a n***a through his shirt
I can smell the who*e on a b**h when she walk around my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
f** a human nurse, I'm ill I used this earth to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my Lou, get hip to the pew
You can drink piss and eat a dick in a few, the sickening view
Of visuals, woo, I'll eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids after school and give them d** 'cause it's cool, f**er
Tyler, The Creator:
Shut 'em down
n***a, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Hodgy, f** this beat, n***a, let's smoke weed
That sh** I need, be the sh** that's green
A little purple and pink, come get some Swisher Sweets
About three or four more than needed be
I got a eighth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape, I could taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You could smell us in places when we walk in our clothing is
Always covered in flakes, enough for two shake blunts, and what the f** is this? Uh
I think this Mary is laced, my heart is beating at paces
That Pacquiao can't relate I'm f**ing faded like gradients, sh**, I'm stuck like tape
That's super glued to the center of Kelly Price first waist
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the sh** is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana's very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pa** the sherm
Let's use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipsh**
Shut 'em down
Domo Genesis:
C'mon, my n***a, you don't even smoke, you weak as f**, my n***a
You do not smoke, no tucks, my n***a
You're as weak a** f**, your bu*t my n***a
Oh, mark a** n***a, Cuh, oh my God, bro
Here come this weak-a** n***a, Samuel