Tyler, The Creator - Burger lyrics

[Verse 1] n***a this is my cup, drink the cyanide up Dope as f** so I would really shoot a group of guys up Deep thought, I'm often lost (f** it) put me next to awesome Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut bu*t f** a couple rocks, in the Wendy's parking lot Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling co*k-a-doodle, eatin' toaster strudel at a nude beach in Rome In a black-pink spaghetti strap, made of Roman noodles My b**h is bad, mixed with a thicky a** Get my dicky rocky this will end up in a sticky blast Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking a** Life's a b**h, f** college, mommy I am ditching cla** I rather be happy then f**ing forty So f** the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record me For the 2Dope.. (They didn't like it) Oh well, let's get XXL to write us a f**ing story [Hook: Hodgy] It's sitting right in my lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it I'm the f**ing poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus Comprehend the language, you scared of war? I'm all anxious, we got the Angus if you want beef Now that's a burger for ya a** n***a (Slice the onions) Now that's a burger for ya a** n***a (Put on the cheese) Now that's a burger for ya a** n***a (Where's the barbeque sauce?) Now have that burger eat it fast n***a [Verse 2] f**ing all, get you some, obviously intended pun Same time it took, Jason Dill to get the stitching done Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy for some months Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches Started back in f**ing London cracker children wanted something They could bump and punch a bunch and f** a face stumble Now, moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn Evil wolfs is on the farm and were all evil harmed? Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleep Make a peep, f**ing body will go missing in a week Roam around the city with her titties like a f**ing greek God, ba*tard was the f**ing sh**, explains why it never leaked I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak (Once I have my wings and my motherf**ing chain) Oh that's the black talk you give me, let me down a couple cups of bleach [Hook] [Verse 3] Free Earl, that's the f**ing sh** And if you disagree, lick a couple pimple covered clits From some stripping lesbian dikes that fight n***as That like to rap about those dikes that fight n***as Alright, enough with this sh**, let's talk business Acquire more currency, disregard b**hes Go to Shake house and play Goblin in his kitchen Then force him and his mom to listen to track six then If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his f**ing dick and Put it in the cabinet where the f**ing cookies and chips is Take a bunch of pictures and post them on my Twitters and Go to Jimmy Fallon like f*ggot when we perfomin' Then a bunch of Golf Wang n***as start stormin' on the stage In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha Better get ya tanks before this wolf wars over History repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier