Tyler, The Creator - Tron Cat lyrics

Satan's gettin jealous of the wolves The demons said they preferrin' us Books on not givin' a f** is what they referrin' us Wolves, I know you heard of us; we murderous And young enough to get the f**in' priest to come and flirt with us You n***as rap about f**in' b**hes and gettin' head Instead I rap about f**in' b**hes and gettin' heads While you n***as stackin bread I could stack a couple dead bodies Making red look like less of a color, more of a hobby I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist I f** b**hes with no permission, they tend to hate sh** Brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox 'Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in my cata' Gore torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store This the type of sh** that make a Chris Brown wanna kick a who*e That make songs about the wet blockers, when it rains, it pours I hate this, screamin' "f** Patience!" Got a n***a shakin' like the calmest f**in' Haitian After chronic masturbation; askin' where Mary Kate went I wanna be the reason why all lesbians hate dick I'll make this damn bull winkle the red moose Game of duct, duct, duct tape with a dead goose She run around this mothaf**in' dungeon, her legs loose Until I accidentally get this saw to her head, oops Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth One, honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system Rape a pregnant b**h and tell my friends I had a threesome You got a f**in' d**h wish, I'm a genie, it'll get done Nice to meet ya, but it's more pleasant to eat ya With a leaf and salad and some dressing pourin' out a teacup b**h, I'm Tyler The Creature, s** ya feet up like a beach of leeches Rubber more than the f**ing bottom of a sneaker who*e Jeeper the f**in' Creeper, get ya daughter and keep her In the Jeep where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarra**ed Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to The Berrics Stare at Steve say it Koston to f** Eric Put her in the lake, her body seems great Now it's time to fish her, like Derrick Satan's us, we're dangerous We're tradin' kids for angel dust Snuff and sniff; now that Michael Jackson's tryna s** out dick Hippo to f**in' llamas; dead bodies cheerleading squaders Gave the team a bunch of f**ing bees and the Keke Palmer They will never catch him or catch up They asked me what it was, I told them f**ers it was ketchup Nutty like my Chex Mix, she's bleeding from her rectum Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up This the type of sh** that make children break in apartments When you tell a f**ing orphan you don't love him till they heart thins Starve heart till I carve her then shove her in the rover Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland Catch me with a bunch of f**in' Mexicans crossing the border I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touch the water Cause I'll be too f**ing busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter I'm awesome, and I f** dolphins Sicker than the starving Nigerian kids barfin' Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah With ya sista at the bar playing leg and arm twister Evident that I'm the sh**; I'm the Pooh like Tigger's dick I got these cracker doctors saying, "Yeah, Bob, this n***a sick" Animal safari if I offend you, I'm sorry because I'm the blackest skin head since India Arie I don't smoke weed so no need for matches I said, "f** coke", and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes I plan on either dying from suicide or my asthma Being the only ba*tard in box logo casket Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob sagets In some Kanye West gla**es screaming out, "f** f*ggots" Catch me in the attic taking photos of my dad's dick Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic