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Yeah, welcome to the show I hope you like us and if you dont, fuck you Black rasta band, fitted caps, no dreads Look into the crowd, I see soldout heads Tyler hit the drums while I pump up the fans Left Brain with his shirt off jumping in the stands Everybody hyped up and waving they hands Spotlight so bright man, we all gon have tans Take this purchase like grams, Odd Future goes harder Than sliced Thanksgiving honey roasted ham Getting butter to the jam, so jam Start in the PM, and end in the AM I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram I patrol control, so a fucking controller These niggas crying, put em in a stroller I stroll up in the fucking Range Rover Red Rover, green Rover and Im finna run you over Todays Friday, what do you do on Friday? Get high You could hang with some friends, get some people, get together You buy some tickets, you gon see a great fucking show Ace, Hodgy Beats, Left Brain, bitch! Welcome to the show! Welcome to the show, bitch! I hope you like us! You should love us actually, we work hard Now, Im gon introduce you to the man on the drums Ace the Fucking Creator, bitch! Roll up a dutchie, I dont smoke weed, I do coke But I guess thats why the white girls wanna fuck me Man this bitch musty, man that nigga lucky I bout to get his bitch, and get that bitch to come and touch me Bob Marley blaring, its hot as fuck, sweaty My skinny ass flexing, so that fat bitches is sexing My nigga Brain Leftin, O-high like Cleveland Niggas in the evening, chilling like a villain in December Drunk as fuck so I cant remember a thing Im bout to fall, timber Odd Future rasta, Im a fucking monster Lochness, throw me in the beach Man I got this bitch and her yeast on my tongue Hopefully she cum.. fuck, drunk off this rum And she from the home of the fucking Middle East So her pussy bomb, peace

So, me and my crew decide to hit up a party When we got to the joint it had already started I had some food with me from Boston Market Save for after Mary Jane because I already sparked it Then we parked the car, as I opened the door Some honeys in the driveway passed out on the floor Its a mixed-race crowd, everybodys segregatin We cant dance cause all these people steady hatin Imma groove cause Im smooth, I be doing my thang But I hate being around when niggas wanna bang Then the fight break out and its one of them gangs Acting like they manufactured, identical, the same Niggas cant fight and revert to the flame Blew his brains out from not using his brain Its so insane how we put ourselves to shame If the government could, theyd have all us niggas detained Life is but a dream and Im high These haters on a lower level nigga Im high These hoes be tryna roll but baby Im high These niggas tryna smoke it but Im already high Is you high? Cause Im high And he high And she shy And we high And we high And we high And we high He got a 96 Volvo, its the year of 96 Slangin out his trunk, he had about 90 kicks Bought a MPC which had about 90 kicks Flipped the drug money for studio, composed 90 hits He wanted it all, hes an almighty kid Got a girl, chasin girls, such a greedy grimy kid Stole from his family, rockin all the hand-mes Always got his hand out, cant somebody hand me My childhood back cause Im runnin on the line And the lines runnin flat but my rhymes soundin fat So Ill survive off that, born and raised in the trap Its a rap when I rap so its a wrap Piggie in a blanket, house arrest flow Like the brace around my anklet, fundraiser spirit Welcome to my fucking banquet, well it costs to be a boss So dont think I dont pay shit, if its odd it dont make sense Im in the middle of the money like Malcolm Because I work hard, working hard is how come I dont be focused on the outcome Cause Im the bullets cocked and your child out Go to high school going to college Im high Getting my education expectations so high Heads in the clouds with Mellowhype rollin by Burger in my bag with a large extra fry Cause Im high And he high And we high And she shy But she bi Im a guy She like girls So do I

Theres somethin bout the way you pick your cherries, cherries You blow me away With your cherries Make me feel like 4th of July Cherries You light my fireworks Theres somethin bout the way you pick your cherries You blow me away La, la-la, la-la, la-la La, la-la, la-la, la-la Theres somethin bout the way you pick your cherries, cherries You blow me away With your cherries Make me feel like 4th of July Cherries You light my fireworks Theres somethin bout the way you pick your cherries You blow me away La, la-la, la-la, la-la La, la-la, la-la, la-la La, la-la

Looking through my window Houston, we have a fucking problem nigga 10-4 Testing, testing, playing with my testes Waiting for the day that Sarah Palin can molest me She from Alaska, I roll down south Pull my penguin out and put that global warming in her mouth You should see her lips, Seen them, Saw them Don’t call me a motherfucker, Id rather fuck her daughter Nigga in the 70’s like he’s President Carter His skin is fucking drying up, nigga give him some water Old Fragile Nigga with a glass nose, tickets and a Mexican back He gon be mad when he sees that his grass grows In his home, By the gnome, in his home, next to the water hoes Around the corner from the enchiladas and the tacos And Im not saying a niggas a racist, but he sucking hitler dick, nazi cum, facism Run Shit Face it Nigga you can taste it Nauze it, Faz it, Ash it Face it, Face it Obama this, here comes the rude ramping The need to put his motherFucking face on a food stamp Makin sims, now the government is wearing tim’s Bidens in a fucking continental on rims and This theory squad, they need to make it bigger cause Cause everyone in the world is voting for the nigga And im not crazy Obama and I is for the ladies Pro abortion death to all babies Biden is the father Obama did it big, cause if MCcain wins Im not claiming none of them fucking kids Just saying Abuse what I am saying And im the only that noticed MCcain has aids Draw em to the hospital, Gas for a gallon Im mad, he’s fucking sarah pailin more than I do The propped 8 couldn’t even miss Shut the fuck up and just let them faggots kiss White man, black man now its just a waste war Cause when Obama dies Im heading straight to the bape store They talk about him, ya’ll get an erection He’s black so I gotta show him some type of affection? White, hate and rap, you better use protection And I quote this “MotherFuck this election” And I don’t wanna seem wrong But if he lose They gonna break the window that Im looking through at the beginning of the song

Are there any, ugly girls in the audience tonight? Umm This is for all the ugly girls in the audience tonight I hope you... yeah, you... you, ugly bitch Cause this is for all the ugly girls in the audience tonight And this is for the ugly girls, ugly!

The early chapters of my book included bus passes Now its tire traction off like fuck crashes, ask him how? Insurance higher than the lease bill, run flats when the feet peel Fish tail, the boy eats meals, tummy ache from my cheap thrills Granny hug the way the seat feel, on the left turn, leave the neck burned From the frost bit links, size of an earth worm, wasted on last check earned I’m, expecting this so it aint odd, two 5’s on the paint job, lactose, wide body, fat ghost Grannys watch over me when I act slow, rev till I plateau Keys sorted on the hip, jeff gordon is his mind, life’s forza on the strip Switch gears like I take breaths, wish I had 8 Left 6 got skipped, went to 7th from the 5th More advance than your average I like coupes, two shit When my friends pull up, stops turn into a pageant But until I get that enzo, its chapter uno But I know what that bus pass turned into, its magic

Its Been A Week Since The Carnival, Which I Have Now Realized Was The Greatest Day Of My Life. Seeing Everyone I Care About There Was Crazy. No, Thats Not Even The Part That Got Me Excited. Seeing What Some Stupid Little ideas Can Turn Into Is What Shocks Me. The Little Stupid Cats And Graphics I Made On Photo Shop Out Of Boredom On Flags And Murals; Seeing That Donut I Drew When I Was 15 On Stages And Everyones Bag; 10 Thousand People Came To A Place Called ‘Camp Flog Gnaw’, Wow I Remember When I Came Up With That Name Summer 2011. I Never Been To Camp And In My Head, I Created A Place That I Figured Would Never Exist, But That Changed. Just Fliping The First Letters Of Wolf Gang Turned Into Its Own Separate Thing. Seeing All Different Races From Skinny To Fat To Everything All In One Place With Something In Common Was Mind Blowing. The Zipper Is My Favorite Ride In The World. Not That You Care, But That Fact That I Figured Out How To Get That Thing And Ride It For As Many Times As I Want Without Waiting In Line IS Fucking Amazing I Have An Amazing Team With Me. No Matter How Crazy And Offensive Or Weird My Ideas Were, They Put Their Trust In Me And Allowed Me To Move Forward.Like Dude, We Threw A Fucking Carnival In The Middle Of Los Angeles With 10k Plus People. We Didnt Have Any Crazy Sponsors And I Didnt Have To Suck Up to Anyone Or Any Of That Shit, WE Did It. And The Skatepark? Did You See That Skatepark? I Was Up Till 2 Am Painting That Bitch! Growing Up In Hawthorne At The Dirty And Seeing My Old Friends From There Getting Clips Was Prolly The Craziest Shit Ive Seen. How Far Ive Came With Every Little Idea that I Believed In No Matter Who Did Or Didnt. Walking Around Seeing Kids In EXACT Things That I Wear Is Mind Blowing. Something That I Just Naturally Like And Put On, Its Some Kid Out There That Studies Every Article Of Clothing That Was Put On And Emulates That. Thats Crazy To Me. I Used To Do That With P, So Know That Someone IS Looking At Me The Way I Look At Him Is Really Amazing To Me I Didnt Think I Would Change So Many Lives. Someone Retweeted An Old Tweet Of Mine From Feb 2012 Yesterday And It Read ’ I Had A Dream That Kanye Invited Me To Perform LATE With Him. I Wish’. Kanye Came To The Carnival And I Performed Late With Him. My Favorite Song By Kanye, AN Album Cut He NEVER Does, Was Performed Not Only With But During My Set And My Carnival! No Matter if You Hate Me Think Im Stupid Untalented Annoying Or Whatever, I FUCKING WIN AND YOU CAN SUCK MY WHOLE SHIT. We Did This, OF Did This, Coming From Actually Jack Shit And Turned That Jack Shit In Something. I’m Just Blabbing Now. I Just Want Who Ever Reading This To Know That Anything Is Possible, No Matter How Crazy It May Seem, Anything IS Possible You Just Have To Figure It Out. Get Your Self Esteem Up And Like Yourself, Then Like Your Ideas. We Live In A World Where People Dont Even Like Their Own Ideas, That Why You Have People Copying One Thing Thats Working So Much, Then Everything Gets Over Saturated With The Same Shit, And That Goes With Fashion, Music And All That. If People Actually Loved Themselves And Believed In Themselves More You Know How Many More Crazy Things Would Be Created? There Is No Fucking Limit To Anything! Its A World Of People Who Dont Give A Fuck About The Mall Or The Radio Or None Of That Shit, Who Dont Care About Race Or If Someone Is Gay Or What Not. Thats What I Was Trying To Say On That Arsenio Interview. I Prolly Came Of As An Idiot Tho. Im Really Passionate About Everything I Do. From Music To Clothing To Videos. I Love Make Videos So Much. I Just Want Some Millionaire To Throw Me Money To Be Creative And Get Shots. I Remember Kids In School Always Thought I Was Weird, Not Just Cause How I Dressed Or The Music I Liked Or That Fact I Was Just Different Overall, But Because I Was So Open With Future Goals. I Would Always Say The Grammies Im Gonna Get, And The Number 1 Movie Im Going To Write And Direct, And Just Random Shit Im Gonna Do. Now Those Same Dude Who Shut Me Down Are Paying Shitty College Debt Doing Something They Hate, Because They Didnt Go Full Throttle On Their Own Dreams And Quickly Shitted On Mines. And Im Not Knocking Anyone In College, Please Get Your Education, Im Just Saying, Do What You Love And Be Happy, Dont Live For Anyone Else. I Dont Like The Color Black. I Dont Know What That Has To Do With Anything But I Like Colors, Bright Colors, Like Flowers. It Brings A Great Energy Ok Im Just Talking Again. Its Prolly A lot Of Typos In This But Im Just Going Off Of What Ever Is Coming To My Head. This Photo Of Na-Kel Smith Skating In Front Of The GOLF Mural At The Skatepark Means So Much To Me. The World Is Yours Little Nigga, And I Mean That. They Are Them, We Are Us, Fuck Them All! OFWGKTA

I tell these bitches to eat my dick They say no cause that will hurt your dick I say ok, well I accept this Get out this shit this aint no reelection This nigga aint funny at all This nigga dont be at the mall This nigga aint funny at all This nigga dont be at the mall They say I smell like ham I say I smell like chicken They say I smell like ham I say I smell like chicken They say I smell like ham I say I smell like chicken Yeah, Yeah Yo & I’m On Yo Bitch Cause She On My Dick That Bitch Is A Bitch Cause She On My Dick She Bopped My Shit She Slopped My Shit Guess What Nigga She’s A Boppin Bitch Yeah, Yeah She’s A Boppin Bitch Yeah, Yeah She’s A Boppin Bitch I Gotta Bitch Who Be Suckin My Dick Up And You Already Know I Make That Bitch Mad Lick Her Pussy With A Mothafuckin Tongue Nigga Like Wassup Bitches Like HUHHH The Motherfuckin Ice Around My Neck Make The Ice Upon My Dick Look Like Its Disrespect-FUL Bitches On Me Nigga Got Ice Like AY NIGGA

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Crime scene, coppers and sirens Helicopters and high beams, the tensions is rising Fiends keeping the pipe clean This is what life means, a dollar and a dream Everybody wants nice things The kid was only nineteen, hole in his chest now Hes fighting, for his last breath Hes seeing death, its frightening The grip on the ghetto is tightening You try to do the right thing? They do you just like King Now I can hear the night scream, sirens and light beams Popping off bad shots, hitting people that they aint mean to pop The neighborhood’s in shock, block extremely hot Another Black teen shot, that’s dull routine to cops Make sure they got good grades, work the minimum wage Now he’s laying on that stretcher, with nothing in him to save Keep the ghetto, in whatever ghetto you at Just don’t love the ghetto, cause the ghetto don’t love you back You don’t live until you’ve made your first million And top models wanna have your children I thought I told you Wu Tang is for the children Way before rap moved crack in your building Yeah, now what’s the price of rice in China? These women trying to raise the price on their vagina Me? I’m trying to live the life and get the grind up Like Diddy, but I ain’t trying to give the shine up Poppa, pop-off no question, ya’ll dirty, like it raw, When the kid hold court, no objection Meth needed money at the door, no exception I go hard in the paint on a rapper I go harder on a pussy no Viagra You think I’m tripping, ain’t into tricking But I keep a snow bunny in the kitchen I’m the master like Killa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la When the gloves come off, I sleep Thats when the cold begins to creep I cant feel my hands Ahh Boom, boom, ba-boom Go down Back to one Yeah

In time, oh, will I Understand it? We can fight til its light Doesnt mend it Too many times Youre my baby Too many times we been high Youre my baby I wanted to manage information Find the automatic driver Oh, Ill find it Woah, but Im still so in love Imagine how much Im crying Oh, Im crying Oh, woah Duh, duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh, duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh, duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh, duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh, duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh, duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh, duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh, duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Too many times Youre my baby Too many times weve been high Youre my baby You can try all you like But its ended And this time were in paradise Youre my favorite I wanted to make a contribution, baby I wanted to start a revolution with you I wanted to make a contribution, baby I wanted to start a revolution with you, oh, oh, oh After I waited so long to find you Why did I let myself run and hide you? After I waited so long to find you Why did I let myself run? I wanted to make a contribution, baby I wanted to start a revolution with you I wanted to make a contribution, baby I wanted to start a revolution with you Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh After I waited so long-, oh, oh, oh Why did I let myself run-, oh, oh, oh After I waited so long Why did I let myself run-, oh, oh, oh

I cant wait to take you home Ive been waiting all day to heat you up Cover you in butter Then Ima drown you in syrup Go Im gonna eat you alive Im gonna eat you alive Woah, you and I Im gonna eat you alive Now youre gone Eat you alive Im gonna eat you alive Gone, gone, gone Youre already gone, gone, gone, gone Gone And Im gone And Im gone Aunt Wang will be my favorite forever I eat it, I drink it, I breathe it I’m down for whatever You fuck with that bullshit But I know that Aunt Wang’s is better

In the back of a truck with a gay slut Tryna bust a nut in her butt with no makeup Passed out, this dead bitch dont wanna wake up Fuck Rachael Ray, cause she tryna get a cake-up Eatin donuts Gettin high as fuck Whoa, Im just tryna finger it in your hot car Fuck a nigga, just fuck here in top block Im a unicorn , you arent a unicorn Now Im a uniform , rapin you to perform Made me doper than my shrooms in my system My trophy sister, shell get mugged Right in the back of a club with a 45 shotty, bet you 30 dollars you wont Find her body, now shes fucked Get these bitches love drunk What up what up, whats goin on? This OF, up on the song Why you staring over here like somethings wrong? We the West over here, nigga sing along What up what up, whats goin on? This OF, up on the song Uh, in the back of a blue truck, fucked up Rollin dice, snake eyes, niggas aint got luck I just lay back, still aint blew up Honey got me some of that rum like I threw up You should really fear me Made this bitch squint and couldnt see me clearly Bitch Im a gift like you lookin at Christmas You should look up to him, now you on my shit list Bitch I aint fucked with you before You aint gotta hound me when I step through the door Im the best doin it Hes spittin that super shit Why the nigga so lame I dont even say his name But he white like cocaine This is fire, propane Wait a minute, whats your name? Lets play a game of balls in your throat Smell like fish, cheesy like a goat, bitch The only that she good for is sucking dick And I came quick I fucked a bitch in a plaid skirt I mean raped, dont ask her Then I put the quick punch on her lip Bade her in the basement I was wearing a really nice dress With sweet puffs, green and white This is nice, I look nice Fix my dick... Check it twice

A millionaire, Im a real young billionaire Boys Club, Polos and Underwear My instrumentals cant compare to weak samples, niggas flare Piano notes the hand sheet cuz im a fucking band geek Real square to be exact Nigga, asthma attack I overdose on Prozac cuz im a fucking maniac For a million females, bitches pussy kiss kiss Talking that she gay knowing damn, well she like dick In and out her like Itchy And Scrath Drop the snare cuz the bass is coming back... Like you motherfuckers nino Cuz i have an Odd Future like i been fuckin Miss Cleo You niggas is The Ralph Lauren is 2 hundred dollars All you motherfucking hypebeast is zeros And if its left, if its right, if its wrong You dont make sense like a fat bitch wearing a thong Motherfucker, im ill A milli and 2 milli and 3 milli I pop whelies on BMX Eat McFlurry, skate niggas, dirty dirty Thrash hard, throwing bows Getting bitches, getting hoes Eating pussy, manajatwa to licking and sucking toes I got the fucking flow like rivers Make you and your bitch quiver, on a blanket Fat bitches eating banquets Like its all that you can eat My dick is all that i can skeet And your grandmothers hair And that bitch truth or dare, me Like the motherfucking game, i make it rain With no money, yeah its funny Cuz im broke and this aint a fucking joke Like a hoax, i got the hose I got my show and im the host Motherfuckers stay here, im out like a ghost And... Motherfucker, im ill They ask the boy cuz the Im playing with these damn diseases And sicker than disease The way that i stroke in piano keys Just like...

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I guess the love was never there Hangin in the evening air Yeah, I wish I knew you well I wish that I could see you now Boy that let you run your worst Girl that had you know youre cursed I dont fault them In doggerel verse, Im yours Trip and fall down, might as well hang round Goin to the sound of another real letdown now Trip and fall down, might as well hang round Goin to the sound of another real letdown now Headstart movin down I feel so unwound again Mood is up to you My mistaken views Come on, prop me up and toss me around Livin is enough to feel unsound Its better not to know Its better not to know Trip and fall down, might as well hang round Goin to the sound of another real letdown now Trip and fall down, might as well hang round Goin to the sound of another real letdown now Ive been walkin in circles Night will dim all reflection Moments move on their own And I think thats why it hits so hard, is because- Ive been walkin in circles Night will dim all reflection Moments move on their own Yeah, I I Trip and fall down, might as well hang round Goin to the sound of another real letdown now

Herpes on my lip, I got herpes on my.. Herpes on my lip, I got herpes on my.. Herpes on my lip, grandma got herpes on her.. You got full blown AIDS, I got full blown crabs You got full blown AIDS, I caught it from your dad He gave me kiss so I call the cops Not to tell nobody, they gave me money and a lollipop My name is Bob, your real name is Charm I hate Myspace, nigga fuck a Tom You gotta fidget, get up in it in my video Theres gon be transsexual Cambodian midgets Herpes on my lip, I got herpes on my.. Herpes on my lip, I got herpes on my.. Herpes on my lip, grandma got herpes on her.. You like my clothes, you like my shirt You like my purse, my girlfriend got a flat chest Mustache, flat ass, no hair Chicken head weave wearing dirty underwear Rogue Status: fresh Nikes Nice bikes, skateboard no Nice dikes I got a cat,, you got a frog.. You got a girlfriend, my girlfriend is a frog Herpes on my lip, I got herpes on my.. Herpes on my lip, I got herpes on my.. He dont like the Herpes on my lip, thats why he sent me that message This is dedicated to all the beautiful people in the world And all the fat girls Odd Future

Got a problem with the Golf? Fuck it, then pick a spot Like youre eating lunch and its brunch, we could bring the beef And the pots and the pans, fuck it we could bring a lot I just want to know if you can come and suck a dick or not? Hit her up, pick her up in the front seat of my two seater vehicle Hit the crib, grab the cuffs, take pictures of her butt Wheres your mouth open up? I just want to know if you can come and suck a dick or what The fuck am I yapping about? It dont matter Im the one, hun, T is the sun and youre Saturn Better stop with all of the chit chatter, bitch Im the tongue I go dumblike the mental handicaps in the house Yall kiss butt like a nap on the couch T the shit, Im the weird little BLAH in your mouth You better brush like Hova shoulder Told you boys it never stop I just want to know if you gon come and suck a dick or not? Pink and yellow in the fit, yeah Ballin now shit I wonder how I got here Thanks to everyone whoever gave a fuck, yeah A lot of niggas don’t know because I am, yeah They told me to sit down, shit, I hate chairs Fuck that instead I stood on their table Flog Gnaw carnival, fuck ya state fair If you fuck with the Golf Boys nigga say yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you fuck with the Golf Boys nigga say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yall niggas aint fuckin with T, man Golf boys yall aint fuckin with me, man Golf boys sorta like Stevie Wonder, niggas can’t see me I’m the man nigga don’t trip unless you got your bags Gotta say shit nigga fuck you and thats it nigga

I got that Alexander the Great type imperial flow Butterfingers, I’m droppin’ bars like my signal was low A car full of Os, looking like the cereal bowl You hear me everywhere But I aint stereo though I heard they waiting on my downfall They talking again Shit, I tell em fall back like its autumn again I know they waiting for my reply, but thats all theyll get I got my mind on bigger shit Tell them adios then Im doing this for the niggas before me Lifes a bitch but god forbid that bitch divorce me Fucking with these and one hoes they quick to cross me They found out the hard way I guess they lost me Im feeling quite bossly now I dont need love Walking on air with my feet up a thousand feet up Ive been telling those to speak up because the money talking Its hard to hear with all these hundreds talking Everyday I be shining ask the weather man Now its girls on my jock like a Letterman I just do it the best If that means Im doing better than Then fuck it, whatever then all day BrandUn DeShay Im chillin with the homies Real talks, real conversations Most of yall speaking on what girl that nigga dating I only speak to her and she say she facing I hope she aint got braces Make her keep going til I tell her she amazing Casey keep spittin got these haters walking mazes I used to play games now Im playing for the payment Born in 93 with my girl from the 80s I just say it again to them Lotta niggas try to stop me but I ran through them Lotta niggas didnt believe I wave my hands to them Now everybody know exactly what the man doing Ro-man music pump it loud, go ahead and make it grand to it I just grab my pen and pad and let my hands do it Its Odd Future til I stop you heard my first music Now when you come and see me rock bring a hurse to it You niggas Ignorant, Atheist, sound like a fucking monster Tall, skinny, lanky, buck it, fuck it, badass posture Copped some angel wings in Hell, where they discounted Mounted with the devil, he was formal with some Polo and some Dockers Dancing with him, playing vintage Cindi Lauper With some Crips in all red, like they playing Red Lobster My bitch is white Italian to be exact, mobster is her father And hell kill me when he finds out Im reading her Harry Potter Fuck him, Im a demon, fill your daughter up with semen With Supreme embroidered logos, making fun of homos Cause its funny Tommy rugby Hilfiger, screaming nigga with a cluck Im a fuckin Nazi with a condom, barely give a fuck Odd Future Wolf Gang, Fuck Lame, 91 We hockey fuckin awesome, hit you with the Wolf Gang puck Trucks thunder, now shes in the trunk Wondering why shes bout to get raped and chopped up, lumber He said write a sixteen, well she was seventeen And Im only eighteen and thats statutory rape And if you fucking snitch on me I guess Ill make the great escape To have a date with your dead body and I cannot be late Might do a Ted Bundy, I can consider yall some haughtys If they find me at my home, guess I gotta fucking roam All alone in the streets, gotta hustle drugs for food Gotta sell beats for clothes if I really wanna eat Fuck you, O.F.M. Bangin on your mothafuckin FM Fuck Tammy Fuck Tammy

Sometimes, I sit in my room and think about us Ayo You got them long lashes, couldnt get the dirt in em Curls on your head look like waves Ima surf in em Wave at the camera, the paps ask your role I evade any answer, but if you aint a dummy Shit is laid in these stanzas, kidnap my feelings I aint paying any ransom, I, keep em like secrets Might, drive a nigga crazy but Im, beepin like, beepin like, beepin like pages on a hip waist trainer, Yeugh! Sometimes, I sit in my room Its Golf Radio, youre on the air with Shane Powers Taking requests... Whats uh... Whats your name? Hello? Um, okay, well, since, you want to be Mr. Fucking Secret Agent, what song you wanna hear? The one about me

Damn, I never pictured this Im so high, this shits ridiculous Where did I put my shit? Wait, wait, okay, here it is As I light this place up Just me alone, so the joints get faced up Floating through the stars, my whole nights all spaced up And my thoughts tryna build my place up Phones buzzing, so I reach and try and read it But my visions kinda blurry, so I really cant see it Something important, it might be it Or maybe a bitch that dont need shit Close my eyes and the shit that Im seeing Is the reason that I be in the moods that I be in Damn, Im really baked, I cant tell if Im asleep or Im awake Ill just sit and wait, yeah, Ill just sit and wait Domo, nigga, open the fucking door, nigga Shit, we got shit to do come the fuck on, its cold nigga Let me try to sober up Throw some water on my face, only if its cold enough Confidently wiping my face with my shirt Looking in the mirror like that aint work, damn Domo, open the fucking door, what the fuck are you doing? Its not funny no more, Im cold as fuck nigga I aint got no inhaler nigga, shit, open up Okay, Im coming Walking to the door and I seem to notice something The floor is just a cloud of smoke and Im running Reaching at the end of the cloud and Im jumping Flowing through the air just about to hear something Feel a lil shake and my body start buzzing like Nigga, you good? Talking in your sleep and shit nigga, you tripping

In the House of horrors, every door running man Son Of Sam now getting molested by Ms. Cunningham Ms. Piggy cutting ham, pussy it was stunning, man 10 Wolf, football with the limbs now were punting hands Put them in the skillet, fire it, kill it, burn it, sun it, tan Like them cracker bitches, I be fucking when her snorting grams Now Im raping Mary, shes the only bitch without her lamb Papa Johns, Papa damn right Im a fucking band Pro when it comes to killing bitches with a rubber-band Open up the door to them legs, bitch Im cumming in You shouldve save the welcome mat, fuck it Ill run over it Like your intestines when Im playing jump rope with it Here come the kids, things are getting messy Why the fuck you aint pull out the bib Bitch put on that ugly dress, and get out my room I know all your info, so if you tell anywhere I live I can make it us that, live But you’ll be in the fridge Wolf Gang Look... Super 3 on the beat, its like... Wow, I just said that, the fuck?

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Can you roll my window up? The fuck you turn my music down for, man? Can you roll my window up? Why? Damn! Cause its windy! But I love it when your hair- Yeah man whats-

NIGGAS! The wolves are coming with their guns You better run Samuel, run And we can hear them motherfuckas come You better run The wolves are coming with them Ak-40s Run Samuel is dead

Fuck you heard? We got big stacks, we got big stacks Big cars with the big cribs and the big cats Big dogs doin big shit, nigga, get back All that talk, you can miss that with the chit-chat Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked, nigga Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked, yuh Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked, bitch Getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked, nigga Ayo, what you heard? I bring the thunder like Oklahoma Aint you heard that the boy kinda nuts, Im macadamia And the shit you build cold make you do the Macarena Like a Bug with a bad paint job, it probably say you shit Fuck you heard? We got big stacks, we got big stacks Big cars with the big cribs and the big cats Big dogs doin big shit, nigga, get back All that talk, you can miss that with the chit-chat Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked, nigga Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked, yuh Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked, bitch Getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked, nigga Whats the word? I bring a Hummer hot as Coronas Hit your curb with a 12-guage buck lodged in the chamber With a bitch who deal dope like kazoo, color Topanga You a scrub with a nice, quaint job that wanna be us Fuck you heard? We got big stacks, we got big stacks Big cars with the big cribs and the big cats Big dogs doin big shit, nigga, get back All that talk, you can miss that with the chit-chat Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked, nigga Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked, yuh Break you off like a KitKat, get your shit cracked, bitch Getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked, nigga Getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked You can getcha, getcha, getcha, get your shit cracked, nigga

Cardboard crutches Support the weight of the world Ashes to ashes Blossom and burn Eany, meany miney, moe, you got a fucking problem? Ashes for blossoms, thrashing and problems Golf trash possums, wait, talk, goblin Stray you rat, gay sack, rubber grip, gay strap Push your fucking day back Every fucking days black Every bloody always now, speaking lions always down The stories shit but I want to watch you cut and bleed All these lies, and cuts, and pleads, I want to watch disease Trash Talk in the black hawk This the shit that make all the kids pull the gats out Fucking blast off, go ahead and grab the chainsaw And take your cast off with your mask off Now, watch the guitar riff, hit them drums with a large stick And hope you hear that fucking bass, trying to sit still in the fucking mosh pit Talking trash Im breaking bad, and snorting glass, my port is head Because out my mind, Ill show you fucks, Doc TC in a fucking demon pit

Ah-ha-ha, yeah, woo Fucked my granny up, just to get that bitch purse I wore that motherfucker to the Catholic church Im looking pretty, your bitch looking like P. Diddy Im fly like that nigga, ha-ha, baby Im eating ham, eating dressing and bitch you know how I fuckin beef Look at my purse bitch, you cant find me, you cant find you Bitch, you know, Im in your sheets, I got the bat, Im bout to beat Your head in, bitch, yeah, damn! How you doing? Bitch, how you doing? Bitch, how you doing?

Uh, going H.A.M I cant afford it, so Im eating Spam Watching Rob Van Dam What the fuck? Sam I Am With the green eggs and ham, nigga Im crazy Come through, listening to some old-school Jay-Z In a bucket Come through with a bucket on like, fuck it Looking like Fredrick Douglass With the lil cut in my hair, you dont even know I come through, pigeon-toed Come through with a different ho I dont even know, dont ask questions Come through, I dont ask no one for suggestions Cause Im depressed I come through... They know Im the best here Shit get more wavy than my fucking chest hair What yall mean? Yall niggas fishy like sardines Oily as fuck, you see the ice on My neck, its shiny as fuck, like the sun Just got buttfucked by a truck with a bunch Of lights in it, I fucked your white women Yall niggas dont want to do this To me tonight cause I got a knife I stab any nigga in his esophagus You dont want no problem, bitch Oh, you gon call the police? Well, give me your phone Imma use your anytime minutes, dial my home number 310, 310, 310 Mom, open the door Imma come in, make a bowl of ravioli Walk out, get in a car, drive somewhere else You dont believe me, nigga? Come see me, nigga, come D me, nigga Wait, I was about to say the alphabet! You wouldnt let me finish!

Yeah, even tho I cant see from the position which Im standin We gon make it to the top and we gon fuckin crash land it See it in my dreams, I just finally understand it I am living this shit out exactly how my visions planned it No time for that dormant shit, nah Im high flying We gon get on this shit or we gon die trying But I got a lotta livin left, so Im high grindin My shades on through the night cause I can see my light shinin What up tho, especially to the ones that really hate it Shout out to the bitches coming round once we make it Im glad I could be around to see you up at your fakest Assures me on what side of this shit I need to keep my placement Ill never let you niggas get my soul My heart is just another story, its never been told This aint no Drake shit, and that cryings getting old I realized my faith, my desicions are getting bold And love is time consuming, so these bitches get me cold I apologize for the wait, now let them papers roll Or maybe thats just me, submersed behind the smoke Promised momma Ill do it, so fuck it, here it go Make all these blogs and critics feel the young nigga flow The floor plan, left on the ground, is where I drew it I guess these the same grounds, where I had to prove it The strit I stress so much about, told you Id do it

Um......Sup, cock fucking face niggas? Its your boy Ace, man. Um..... Im in fucking Sacramento right now and shit, mom just moved Ive got nothing better to do out here, so Im just gonna freestyle for you dick sucking motherfuckers, alright? Ready? Who you with? Nah, Im playing.......um..... Alright, lets see....... This some exclusive shit, nigga. Um..... Im really gonna freestyle, none of this shit written like these other Motherfuckers do. Alright? Free styling, and that nigga Wild N Out, like Nick Cannon. Fuck on rock or bammin Obama Imma fuckin bomb ya. Have to be something with your mamma and Osama Bin Laden, that nigga been hidin. Probably been ridin in the dirty Eating on my dads white stuff, like Mcflurry Niggas cant burn me. I am not a book, you cant learn me But dont fuck me, you cannot yearn me. I am not a fucking check, you cannot earn me What the fuck else rhymes with earn? Bernie Bernie and irk, irk and Kirk, and Kirk is fucking Berk and Berk is fucking Bobby Bobbys fucking auntie, Johnny. Johnny fucking nanny, auntie. Johnnys fucking Chuck, and Chuck is fucking Bobby So, its like a threesome, with eighteen more fucking people Im a fucking zero, your a fucking two plus eight, six. I cant count, thats why I wont amount to shit But I got a big dick, and its growing. And my fucking lyrics keep flowing And my mother fucking spit keep getting on my fucking clothes and the camera Lens. I am in the mother fucking camera bends I dont make sense, but I could give a damn if your bitch is a man. If your mother fucking head hurt from working all day If your mommas dead, she be sucking dick and fucking pussy blunt ashtrays with your uncle Fuck em, fuck you. If you looking at this, fuck you Here, you is a mother fucking queer Shout out to Odd Future, Peas n Carrots. We gon sit down and say cheers. I just though of that right now Actually, I thought about that two minutes ago. We can go find a ho, or a slut, or a bitch, open up her legs and probably bust a nut in her hair Spit up on the lens, lens up on the spit. This cameras shit Hopefully, some niggas will get me a cannon Back to my first line, bammin Obama. Fuck you and your fucking momma And your mommas cousin, they be buzzing, they be smoking, and then they coke, and then they drink, and then they play Young dro in a Lincoln. Im winking Im lying, and your bitch is lying. Because the bitch got shot, and her fucking moms dying No, shes not dying, Im lying. Her fucking uncle bobby just got shot with a BB......Gun, niggas better run My dicks a gun, and its about to cum. Blow you in your mouth, yeah, I blow it in your mouth Get it? No, you dont. Yes, you will, no, I wont Fuck, Im running out of breath. Need a fucking, inhaler before I fucking, inhale ya This shit is recording, now I gotta save you like Im jesus Christ, but Im not And hopefully the nigga behind me dont have a knife. Im home alone, and I got my own bone, this is my own song Actually, Im going home tonight. Actually, Im lying, I aint right. Yep, yeah, eah No, Im going theres, to the house Im from Hawthorne, the dirty dirty. Where niggas get stabbed up, where niggas get rabbed up in rasbeads And when I say rasbead, niggas get raped. No homo, were not fruity, were not rasbead Were the other b2k members. Were not fucking white winter, like December. Were low so, like fall in like September, or October, or November I thought I told you, fuck. Im sick of fucking rapping, Im sick of fucking clapping, for you mother fuckers thats rapping Saying that I freestyle, bring the pain. Nigga, this is not a freestyle. Im not stupid, your not Lil Wayne These niggas say, fuck Im not gonna get up into it. Because these wallet chain niggas gonna get me into it, and Im a say screw it, but Im not gonna chop But Im not Mike Jones, and Im not Mike Jones, Mike Jones. Who? Shut the fuck up Heres a dick, dad, you can suck up. But actually, I dont give a fuck up Imma a be a man about it and hopefully, suck it up. Im talking about your dick, fuck it. You love it, no, you fucking hate it And you fucking rate it, and degrade it, and discard it. Fuck it, Ill catch you niggas tomorrow Odd Future. Happy Days. Bicano, and Casey Veggies. My nigga K Mac, shout to Left Brain, and my nigga Jerry, and my ex girlfriend, bitch buried. Shout out to Ology, teen blocks coming up Cheers, busting in your ears What else, did not fucking shout out? Thats probably the only niggas on MySpace I like Oh, fuck it. The beats coming bac- Nah, Im playing, Im so sick of this shit Ill see yall niggas later

Tyler is shown in black and white sitting on a stool in an all white room. The camera shakes slightly, bringing Tyler in and out of focus. Tyler begins to rap, miming the words as he says them. He lifts his hand up, and we see a Madagascar Cockroach climbing on his fingers. The cockroach climbs to his other hand, and Tyler stares at it intently as he raps. It crawls over his hand, and then onto his other hand again. Tyler brings his hand up and looks down on the cockroach, and we see the word Kill written in sharpie on the back of his hand. We also see an upside-down cross drawn on his middle knuckle. The cockroach climbs to the edge of his hand and it crawls onto his other hand, and Tyler stares at the camera. Tyler brings the hand with the cockroach down, out of the view of the camera. He brings it back up in between his fingers and puts it in his mouth. He chews, and the camera begins panning out, bringing Tyler in and out of focus. He makes a face of disgust, and stands up from the stool, heaving. Tyler becomes a silhouette, and he throws up onto the floor. It takes a while, and then he wipes his mouth and spits onto the floor. He sits up on the stool and he comes back into focus. He begins rapping again, pausing to spit on the ground again. The camera slowly pans in until the upper half of his body is showing. He begins unbuttoning his shirt. He unbuttons his shirt all the way and then his gestures become very animated. He grabs his face in rage, showing that he is wearing a chain. He then takes his shirt off all the way. The camera zooms in to Tylers face, with the image becoming extremely blurry and then in sharp focus. We see that Tylers eyes are dark black, and then we see only Tylers teeth, then his eyes again. Tyler gives the camera the middle finger. Tyler begins to move around a lot, agitated, grabbing his chain. He becomes completely out of view at one point, then when he comes back into view, his nose begins to bleed. He wipes the blood off his top lip. The camera zooms out, and a noose falls from the ceiling. Tyler grabs the noose and wraps it around his neck. He stands on the stool, and we only see his feet. The stool falls over, and the legs begin thrashing, as Tyler hangs from the noose . His legs twitch as his legs swing back and forth. The camera moves to see the stool on the ground and Tylers feet dangling. The feet finally stop twitching, and they just sway around in a circle. The camera shifts in and out of focus. .

CV, CV, CV, Remember me? Same lil nigga that was out JV Why my momma call me crazy? Why me daddy call me lazy? Uh, sorry. I cant change. Lookin at life, these dark frames Cocaine, A fiend. Im advanced, AP Thats why the cameras take me Im everything that they see, you blind niggas hating, Im overlapping handclapping, more fame, more action So nigga whats happening? So nigga whats happening? Ever had a dream and you end up living it How have you changed? Seems that Im getting it This lifestyle, Im wild, just switching it They think Alzheimers they forgettin it Dont you remember me? Dont you remember me? Dont you remember me? Dont you remember me? Dont you remember me? Dont you remember me? Dont you remember me? You better remember me! A, C. Remember me? Fuck you. Still a rapper, no chain. Still skate, Nollie Tre Got a couple aliens get in the zone And them lames still trying to get the number of phone All up in MySpace tryin to get in my space I gotta tell these faggots to leave me alone Same asthma, different flare Same inhaler, different air Same truth, a different dare Same club a billionaire Trillionaire, Gazillionaire, too much to share We dont care, aint going nowhere We right here, a knife to spare. We just dont want to share I got a couple bucks, what the fuck should I buy for lunch? Donuts? Preme beanie? Im Billie Holidays needle Shoot that shit, your armors great. That rasta bitch, you got a date It starts at 8, a one night stand, your dinners here. Remember Shock Ones Team, we mob deep Couple odd niggas are, rolling down your street Hell hath no fury when me and the devil meet. Does he remember me? Ah, ah, ah, I, I, I said hold on. Press flash. Had dreams to get cash That shoebox is my stash, my first thought never comes last So when you see me, make sure that you wear your 3Ds. This is the C.D. Who you? Beats me Homie you cant beat me, Im gone you cant see me Im gone you cant see me I said, Im gone you cant see me When I pull up homie, Im gon fly off in that G3 Yeah.. Yeah man we see it. I mean, we the same niggas you knew.. The only difference is.. got a little more money in our pockets Couple more friend requests.. Couple handshakes.. nothing major We got smiles on our faces.. Remember me? Remember me?

Gap tooth T on the keys That was new music from the soundtrack of the upcoming film Be caller eight to win tickets to the triple feature the Moon Theatres tonight Three back to back to back movies at the Moon Theatres tonight Be the eighth caller, only on Golf Radio G-G-O-L-F G-O-L-F Its Golf Radio

I don’t skate enough so why I got these Vans on my feet? They maneuver like manure, caravans on my feet Intruder come in and shoot you going HAM is my beat Haters clap it out I cut em’ by their hands and their feet Cooler than Coleman Coolers getting higher then Luna’s I Jiffy Lube ya…. Bitch up gave her a tuneup I’m cartoon’d up, silly with the next scene Sipping promethazine…. which is my best lean Nigga ya best lean, is to lean back And watch us blow green sacks on screen flats Ok yo I get away like OJ yo Fade away flow, oh, OJ Mayo I’m selfish, I take everything I’m creative, I make everything I switch it up, the shits disgusting, fuck disgusting And Robitussin, I’m the bacteria Virus, hidden infected like I did Mary had a little lamb Tyler had a couple wolves Oval had a couple edges Push me till the trigger pulled Not ridiculous, I’m fucking incredible I’m doper than a blue magic tablet, inedible Peter pretty Bitch I popped her pussy, til my pickle split Kitty juice on pocket slick Button-ups is cheetah prints I’m a fucking animal It’s obvious I see the shit You haul wack shit; it’s obvious you need a lift Spitting like a loose tooth Booth full of poofcorn Satan meats and unicorn With some extra two horns Thrusts say El-Wolf logo, comprende Supreme shit was good if you’re wondering how my day went

Girl, every time I see you You dont want to see me back... I just want you to know, those herpes you gave me did not hurt my feelings I know you guilty But when you see me I want you Bitch say hi to me Bitch say hi to me Bitch say hi to me Bitch say hi to me Bitch say hi to me Bitch say hi to me Bitch say hi to me Bitch when I see you Im gonna kill you! I want you to know that, That I date you because you white, cause you aint black! You gave me herpes on my lip! Herpes on my dick! Every time I take a shower bitch my penis itches Girl what you doing? Gave me STD, who you screwin? I told you girl that Im in love with you But now it burn when I chew Burn when I sneeze Everything I got a disease! I dont give a fuck! Gotta take STD medicine and my asthma pump Bitch! I want you- You know what? No I just want you to know, that at the end of the day I love you girl, I love you girl, Bitch, I love you! But you going to have to understand... THAT Im A GROWN ASS GIRL! You know what? Bitch say hi to me, what you doing? Bitch say hi to me, who you doing? Bitch say hi to me, collard greens Bitch say hi to me, corn bread Bitch say hi to me, pork chops Bitch say hi to me, whats that? Bitch say hi to me, PINTO BEANS! HOE, BITCH, SKANK, TWAT, ALL UP IN THE CLUB WITH MY FAVORITE WATCH! Jacob, Jacob, Jacob Wear my Bapes in the club I will sell you drugs, bitch I loved you ho! I gave you everything I had! I gave you everything I got! And then you kissing on my dad! My daddy, my momma, my Auntie Shaunda, and that nigga from Hotel Rwanda! Thats bad, thats bad But I aint tripping Im cripping! Cripping and Im dipping on my motherfucking red MEOW BITCH, LOOK AT ME NOW BITCH! MEOW MOO, BITCH, MOO RIBBIT BITCH, RIBBIT BITCH OINK, OINK, bitch, bitch...

Mother fucking god again I was licking niggas balls until my fucking dick was wet But now these niggas think that Im weak I smoke mother fucking kush you dont even got to speak My niggas smoking on it My niggas toking on it Im swallowing the fucking kush Yall niggas choking on it AK-47 niggas know I got that money Nigga I just fucked your bitch and after that I hit my Dougie Hit my fucking Dougie like it aint tomorrow Ask a bitch does she got some pussy I could borrow Hit that hit that money I get that Nigga got a problem get is wig Imma split that Okay okay nigga cause Im like DJ Quik Just the way I quick that Hit it with finesse Niggas know that Im the best Nigga do I got grey hair mother fucker do it look like this nigga stressed? Hell nah These niggas already know That I got bitches and I got hoes And these niggas already What the fuck you doing What the fuck Im doing counting money though Nigga uh Any nigga got a problem Nigga better go and solve them Im with your baby mama She Mexican and you already know that she made a nigga enchiladas Im, with these niggas Making that money, counting these figures

I cant describe The way I feel, the way I feel Oh, what a high The way I feel, the way I feel I just cant put in words What I feel for you The way I feel, the way I feel It feels so good it hurts What you do The way I feel, the way I feel I feel like Im in love Its too much hype, just because I feel like sayin something thats for us That defines whats in our hearts Dancin and were playin around You know youve got me And then the feelin comes rainin down All over my body It tingles here, tingles there Ooh, it tingles everywhere Thats why Ive never found The way to describe it I cant describe The way I feel, the way I feel Oh, what a high The way I feel, the way I feel I just cant put in words What I feel for you The way I feel, the way I feel It feels so good it hurts What you do The way I feel, the way I feel This feels right, as the buzz And it dont describe when we uh You feel my heartbeat thumpin from your touch In my life, you were my luck Dancin and were playin around You know youve got me And then the feelin comes rainin down All over my body It tingles here, tingles there Ooh, it tingles everywhere Thats why Ive never found The way to describe it I cant describe The way I feel, the way I feel Oh, what a high The way I feel, the way I feel I just cant put in words What I feel for you The way I feel, the way I feel It feels so good it hurts What you do The way I feel, the way I feel The morning Hopefully at 10 oclock were both yawnin Right now Think about it later, lets just both get down I cant describe The way I feel, the way I feel Oh, what a high The way I feel, the way I feel I just cant put in words What I feel for you The way I feel, the way I feel It feels so good it hurts What you do The way I feel, the way I feel Dancin and were playin around You know youve got me And then the feelin comes rainin down All over my body It tingles here, tingles there Ooh, it tingles everywhere Thats why Ive never found The way to describe it Ugh, you better ask for forgiveness now Me and Miley about to rip shit down And she bored of the misfits You motherfuckers better hope that I cant fit this crown And how did we get this sound? Gotta say thanks to P Willy Feel it gettin island tsunami in Hawaii And the beaches say hey cause the Preme Free Willy I cant describe The way I feel, the way I feel Oh, what a high The way I feel, the way I feel I just cant put in words What I feel for you The way I feel, the way I feel It feels so good it hurts What you do The way I feel, the way I feel

Yeah Hello, happiness Hello, honeymoon Hello, passionate love, where the fuck was you? I been waitin all my life just for you Am I in love with you, or am I just confused? Baby, you was the one to come save me Tell the world I wasnt crazy But lately, your mind just isnt here no more What did I do? You not a bitch, just always angry But its so difficult to hate me Im the closest thing to home youll ever know Oh, baby, why you so mad at me? Let you have all of my love and its still not enough, shit Why you so hard to please? Gave you every single part of me Youre never satisfied Satisfied Never satisfied Satisfied Yeah Hello for the night, it aint complicated Dont you worry bout a thing, aint no obligation Not a single string attached, this aint a puppet show You didnt want to fall in love, you made her come and go Yeah, she was only here so I forget her And be distracted by the pleasure Its way too painful to remember So I get faded and pretend its all good And when Im underneath the weather Tryin to keep my shit together I never surrender Oh, baby, why you so mad at me? Let you have all of my love and its still not enough, shit Why you so hard to please? Gave you every single part of me Youre never satisfied Satisfied Never satisfied Satisfied Yeah

Jesus, somebody call my shrink cause i think im about to have a fucking seizure I forgot half this fucking verse, im guessing my brain have amnesia Cause all my brain cells are living single like a deja Rapping - stop it Open - lock it You niggas come short like fucking hobbits I kidnapped a manager and robed it I choked the motherfucker like batman and Robin Then eat batskin and Robin My girlfriend Islamic Make it eat my pork fork spoon In a room with pianos and balloons, il walk away with mushrooms My girlfriends a hippy I bet i feed that motherfucker line like im Britney You faggots are sissies Im shitty - yall pissy I run this shit, how the fuck you niggas skip me? Even emo bitches want to slit me Im a bass drum - kick me

VERY MUCH A WORK IN PROGRESS!!! Tyler, The Creator. Is he extremely ridiculous? Yes. Is he extremely talented? Definitely. We are about to embark on an adventure through the making of the album: Cherry Bomb. Take a seat, and relax Yo, what up, its Tyler, and Im about to show yall what really went down when I was recording the album: Cherry Bomb! The album! I had a show New Years 2015, and I havent came out with music in a while Damn, finally, you gonna drop a new album That show fuckin sucked dick! That show was trash. What none of these kids knew was that I was halfway done with a brand new album Tyler recording verse from DEATHCAMP DEATH CAMP Im recording songs, directing these videos, doing these photoshoots, the release date is comin We look like Puffy and Mase on our jiggy shit, you feel me? And right before it releases, this bullshit happens Tyler here, and Im makin this video, just to prove the fact that I dont wanna get sued for sampling on my song DEATHCAMP that appeared on Cherry Bomb Now, I rarely sample. I usually play the instruments or get someone to play it if I cant. And the one time I sample for this album, it gets rejected, right before I have to turn the album in. I got Coachella, I got a tour comin up, I dont really have time. But, fuck it, I gotta figure it out Cole Alexander adding his vocals to DEATHCAMP Tyler recording clapping Cole Alexander playing a guitar riff Tyler playing and recording the tambourine Tyler recording his verse on DEATHCAMP Live performance of DEATHCAMP at Camp Flog Gnaw BUFFALO Theres obviously an incredible intelligence and shit that I have no opinion on, but hes the dude to make that statement if he backs it up with intelligent thought. The problem is, America doesnt have the intelligent conversation that, they read a headline, but thats actually the problem. So half of me goes, fuck, this aint my thing, but if this dudes gonna push a button that causes important dialogue, then fuckin A dude, you know what I mean, cause Im not proud of our whole shit, its like, you know what I mean? I usually just make shit cause it look cool, but peoples brains misinterpret it whatever way they want it to, man... Offstage filming of BUFFALO I should be that white face character I was in Tamale, because its like no deeper underlying shit Youre just making art and then its interpreted after. At a live performance I performed this shit in my bedroom, so this shits personal when Im just in my room dancin alone. Play that shit, Travis? Me and my friends hang out at my house a lot, whether were skateboarding or swimming or playin a game or someone cooking some food that is really really trash Im just really hungry, this shit is garbage Live performance of PILOT I recorded Cherry Bomb in random houses because I like the windows and looking outside and stuff, and I think why the album has such a bright tone to it Yo, You got cum in your ear. Laughs Alright, back to my house, cause thats my, thats my comfort zone PILOT Tyler records his verse on PILOT in his room Im about to put this banana in my fuckin ass! That shit is amazing! Wow! And Im only on thirty-three percent, that charger is fufu. Ive been gone for three hours. Damn, that shit sounds amazing. Alright, can I hear it from the top? Kali Uchis recording an unreleased verse TYLER AND ROCKY TOUR TEXAS Listen, yesterday, me and young Corey played a game of NBA 2k— What? You gonna come clean, what, cause I whooped your ass? You wasnt even playing, nigga! Get the fuck out of here, nigga! You wasnt even there, nigga! Ayy bro, Imma come clean, you got me— Jay in first, Im in third! Where the fuck you at?! Yo blue! What place did you come in? Everybody know when you play Mario go-karts, you dont play one race Coming on this tour, I didnt know what to expect Its crazy, it kinda, I think it kinda makes me not judge as much See, this is really us together, like, we chose to do this, this not no higher powers, like, I know what this nigga does, no-one, comin around, giving this nigga ideas, he gets with his niggas and he really do what I do, and be like yo, we need to, ah man, I need to, we need to do this, do this, do that, thats real creative shit And, when youre really not afraid to be yourself, youre comfortable, its like a web or a umbrella. When youre not afraid to be you, youre comfortable, when youre comfortable with yourself, you dont have that much hate in your heart, youre not that quick to judge, and when youre not that quick to judge, youre open to more things, and when youre open to more things, youre not ignorant, and when youre not ignorant, racism doesnt exist Mocking Rocky Yo, what up, Im ASAP Rocky, you gettin jiggy here with my mans, uh, I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem This nigga Tyler though, almost killed me and Nico, on Washington Boulevard, the day before the carnival last year, just because this nigga was listening to some fuckass, turnt up Death Grips shit, bro Yeah, I wrote RUN at like, nine in the morning. I wake up really early all the time, and I had logged in on Twitter just to, and I saw someone tweet bout to roll up... Dude, thats all you do? And thats how that first line came, cause I thought to myself, all yall niggas smokin yall brains out. That song is really about a lot of the gang violence circle: All yall niggas smoking yall brains out In the car called life take the lame route Going nowhere fast but you think that you not Cause you never hesitate to take the thang out In the drop top, pop the trunk then pop pop At his drop top, took another lame out Oh you the big nigga? Took a hit nigga? Well I hope you understand you aint shit nigga Cause them niggas whole purpose is to get niggas And make sure that your mama cry the pain out Now that gang is out to get you But you stuck in the same house Nigga never came out, wow Its a shame how you got sucked in that life But hey man at least you got a name now They say you a real nigga cause you kill niggas Nuts for that ice and that cream banana peel niggas Banana clips spill, niggas wanna bang out For they approval boy, you cant even hang out That light you hit, it was the light I held Thats why you never ever see me with my chains out I dont need to, truth they dont feed you Lies what they got on their plate, they gon eat you They got a homie called Karma he gon meet you Better look the other way if he ever see you And run as fast as you can, nigga Plus, thats in my top three songs to perform Live performance of RUN in Paris, France You gotta uh, you gotta follow direction. Watch my hand, okay? No nigga, dont put your hands up, just watch my hand. Ill do this, and then Ill do this. Lets try this Proceeds to perform RUN live CALABASAS, CALIFORNIA 8PM MONDAY NIGHT Got big arms Whats up with you? Laughs You good? Aight? Yo, chill bro! MORE LIVE STUFF So Chaz, from Toro, one of my favorite artists ever, there was this melody that I had in my head forever, just in my head, Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin, like some weird opera stuff, but I didnt want it to be too extrad out. I easily coulda hired a lady who sings opera or got one of the female singers who hits runs and coulda, Im runnin Im runnin, just to emulate a string, but, I know Toro would do it perfect, and he does high pitch, like, he can do high, he can do low, he has such a middle thats really good too, so I just stacked all of em and... It came out perfect Toro y Moi plays the chords to FUCKING YOUNG on his guitar Those chords are gorgeous. I cant do without em. The day that I met Tony- Yo, yo yo yo yo! Back to RUN! I set up, like, all my recording stuff and my instruments in my living room downstairs You did it in your regular voice? Runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin- Look, it doesnt even have to be high-pitched cause, cause this is, remember the original, the originals, like, fast as fuck and pitched high. So, but I just couldnt record it at that speed, but that shit is- plays instrumental I couldnt record it that fast. And, its going to be higher pitched, but right now, its- plays instrumental Runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin Follow the keyboard Runni- might have to overdub it What you mean? Its such a weird jump. Its like, jumpin octaves, its kinda weird re-records his line on RUN Uh, that last note right here, try to hold that Hold it. Okay Man, black people are gonna hate this song I dont see yall niggas bein challenged to jump over a fucking car, jump over a trash can with both feet! Where your knees at, nigga? Where your knees at? Oh, okay! He clipped that shit! Trash! Ay, go up, go up! Trunk now! Go up, trunk! What, hes not gonna do it, did I not do it? Did I do it? I Already did it. I have nothing else to prove The trunk! Its taller! Do the trunk, its taller! Do the trunk, its taller! See, look at him. Theres always an excuse What the fuck! When I made, so, 2SEATER was made at the end of 2013, in my room, in like, twenty minutes, out of boredom again. I had just got my house, I was in my room, no furniture, no nothin. And, this is cool, like, one minute and thirty second song, but Im like, I wanna take it somewhere. I literally had wrote that string section, played it, and was like, okay, add all these instruments, Imma get real players to play this, and then, hearing it come to life was so sick! HOLLYWOOD HILLS 5PM 2015 So, thats like the main part. Imma use it throughout the song, but thats like the important part. Um cause eight bars, for the first four bars, you could get, like, riff it, get crazy, but like, when I start saying two seater and shit, like that part, you could get like soulful, repetitive, just so it doesnt get, uh, it doesnt get lost in jumble with my vocals Aaron Shaw begins playing the sax That sounds amazing. Just do like, another pass where you just fuckin let it all out, just do what this tells you Aaron Shaw begins playing the sax Alright, alright, alright, you get it, you get it. So its 8 PM, Im about to record at Hans Zimmer studio, Im a little nervous cause this is my first time with a actual string section, but, I know its gonna be tight as fuck. Trust me, a lot of thought was put into this Doubling things, and tripling- These pads, they- So that should actually be A - Well, if were doubling lots of- But Imma just pan this one- Coming in with a swell is nice- It might be easier to have- Yeah, or, no, it should be, it should be on three. Dun dun dun dun dun- But dog, when you get that finished product? Its all worth it ____ begin playing strings Im like, what is that? I think I could go higher! Oh, shit! Whyd you do that?! Im starting over. Im starting over! That was so SAME NIGHT 30 MINS LATER WANDERING THE STUDIO Hey! How are you! Im fine man, how are you? This is Hans Zimmer. If youre not familiar with his work, he scored a bunch of movies like Spiderman and Despicable Me, and... Oh yeah, Inception, and a bunch of other crazy shit, cause hes really talented and the list just goes on and on and on. And I got to see his secret little stuff in his secret little room Like, you cant make the same sound No, exactly, and thats what I love, is its totally unpredictable Is this the one where you just plug in shit? Yes Oh my god And theres a whole back wall. I got all this stuff But more importantly, I got the nod of approval. So sick! High five! High five! Then you aint shit, hoe Okay, okay, Im fully not feeling this Black diamonds, yellow canary diamonds, white diamonds... BROWN STAINS Tyler records his verse on Brown Stains I think ScHoolboy Q is a actual shermhead, and no-one can tell me any different. Hes my fucking favorite ever, I love him so much. Hes a shermhead I produced a song off his first album, I mean, weve been homies ever since, hes one of the only few rappers I fuck with, and I had made this beat, it sounded like, schizophrenic shermhead, whatever you wanna call it, automatically thought that the tone of voice ScHoolboy Q has would just sound ridiculous over it. I hit him up, he came at night, knocked his shit out in an hour. Bam Nigga that really makes me sad TYLER AND SCHOOLBOY Q RECORDING SESSION HOLLYWOOD CA 2015 ScHoolboy Q records his verse on Brown Stains We gotta do it again. Let me What are you doin? Just goin in, man, you know, gon body some shit cuz What kinda draws are you wearing? Um... Dude, thats weird Some Calvin Kleins- Dont answer! No! No! Live performance of Brown Stains What the fuck This is $80,000, nigga. Fashion, youth, dab, lit, gas emoji, bitch Why you hiding, Tyler? Where you goin? Oh beans its lit! What else you get? What else? Me and Q both got white Mclarens, but he got it after I dusted him in his weak ass Porsche of course It was dope as fuck. Shout out to Tyler, we got the same car, its tight When Im not making a song I can drive fast to or wild out on stage, Im tryna figure out the right chords and melodies SINGERS Tiffany Palmer, Onitsha Shaw and Samantha Nelson record their part for Find Your Wings I feel like rap has a timestamp on it. You could listen to My Cheri Amor by Stevie Wonder any time frame, ever. A five-year-old could listen to it. A eighty-year-old could listen to it. Its less boundaries with singing songs Keeping ALL the fuckups too My boy Austin, whos in a band called Slow Hollows, is really sick with guitar. Hes playing on three songs on the album, and the things that Ive learned from him, just over the years made me more comfortable, with who I am, and the things that I like, and just learning more stuff, and what keeps things fresh is just, new energy, and, not getting complacent and stuck. Working with these three girls was just amazing, they knew exactly what I wanted, and then in unison, they just sounded together, and they were open, and they- they made me feel comfortable KALI & TYLER RECORDING SESSION HOLLYWOOD TUESDAY 11 PM Oh, my names Kali Uchis, usually he already has something ready and hell already have an idea, most of the time he writes everything, or hell have a melody idea. Obviously he produces everything, so he really hones in on making sure everything is exactly how he wants it to be. Cause, when I met him, I had just started singing, I feel like I was still really learning about my voice. He definitely made me a lot more comfortable and experiment more with my range. I think what I admire most about Tyler, how dedicated he is, how much he really wants to make something meaningful thats gonna be lasting, rather than make something that, you know, will get to radio, or, will be, something that people listen to right now, and then maybe goes away later, I dont think hes ever really cared about trends, or, um, he just kind of follows what he wants to do, and, um, he works really hard Unreleased song plays Clem records her part for OKAGA, CA OKAGA, CA is my favorite song on that album, and probably, to me personally, in my top five songs in my discography I remember hearing Clem a long time ago, and her voice stood out to me so much. It was so high pitched, and like, it almost had this kid-like vibe to it, to where it was just fun, and she was just like- it had no worries in it Pretend, youre Tido and Jermaine?, to youre Michael Jackson leads, so you youre own backup singers You know, she comes from this rock background, so to have her singing in a soul cadence, was really interesting to me. Its not many people who know how to hit those registers and riffs that I love. Me and Frank talk about it all the time, its few people like Kim Burrell is one that we always bring up, Jasmine Sullivan, um, Alice Smith, I which- uh, shes on the OKAGA, CA song on the album, too ALICE SINGS Im Syd, Ive known Tyler since I think 2008, so that would be 8 years. The biggest thing that Ive learned from working with Tyler is to trust your ideas. I dont agree with all of his ideas, but when somebody, like, trusts themselves that much, makes you question yourself if you dont like it, and thats what I really got from him SYD SINGS But working with Charlie Wilson, that was a whole nother story FUCKING YOUNG I dont think Ive ever been this stressed making a song. Charlie Wilson took what I had in my head and made it come to fruition so perfectly, that I started stressing out on the fact that I could never do anything that good CHARLIE RECORDS What the fuck, I hate this. Laughs I fully, I fully cant take this Hes a legend, and him taking cues from we was so weird CHARLIE SINGS HIS PART FOR FUCKING YOUNG FUCKING YOUNG VIDEO SHOOT Im so sorry! Im so sorry This is happening! Oh, my god It was a two week span where everything I had planned for this album just started to come together. It was beautiful SMUCKERS KANYE RECORDING VERSE KANYE WEST RECORDING SESSION HIDDEN HILLS 9PM I gotta figure that shit out! I see you tryna figure it out! Hey, Ten years down the line, niggas gonna be like, SMUCKERS is legendary. That ones for the books, for sure. Yeah, finally just working with those two dudes was just crazy! I remember playing it for Travis and Lionel, and we was like oh, shit, like, I really got these two niggas on a song Fuckin fire! And I knew specifically, I wanted Waynes tone of voice on there I kinda- He texted me, just like, Man, I got this joint. Hes like a, perfectionist, so hes one of those guys that you know, you, he want, he know exactly what he want from you. Might fuck around and write your verse for you So, I told him I wanted him over, and he was like, alright, cool. I sent him my parts with his parts out, and then he just laid his shit down, and it was great by then. Went to Ye house, played it for him, he was like, cool. Wayne sent me his shit the day after I played it, I went back the day after Wayne sent it and played it for Ye again, and he heard me and Wayne verse, and he was like shakes his head ripped his paper out of his notebook, balled it up, and started a new, and it was ideas on there, and he was like, Yall niggas really bout to make me rap and go in, like, I aint had niggas makin me want to do that in so long First of all, Tyler changed the game. Maybe I probably had online, and I knew- I wouldnt say because people might think it was too gross to put in a rap, or it didnt go with the whole vibe

Yeaaaah bitch Wolf Gang Sweatshirt, uh Ho Ninety-four rap music, beat a preachers ass to it Pigeon blood will leave the stool wall shitted up Shit talk myrtle fuck, get your sister fucked Shit, i hit the stripper up then go and pick a stick inside the fucking pots where we brew them bitches up Rip your writtens while my niggas splitting, splitting blunts Eyes hazed with my middle finger up a strippers cunt Lights down, lit her up, sherm in my sippy cup Ice picking cripples till I get my pickle rub Catch me popping pimples, telling bitches triple 6s Stab em with pencils in their temples till my dick erupts Its really fucking simple, slut Wolf Gang, get with us Either that or grab a full fist of nuts and lick em up Turn it up, fisticuffs, give them bitches dick to suck Let them drink the cum out of fucking paper cup Pours wider than the horse that Im sniffing up Leave now if you aint tryna get em titties touched

I aint scared of you motherfuckers Ima tell you something straight off the motherfucking press I aint coming for no foolishness And New York goddammit yall motherfucking women look good Yall like a bacon and egg sandwich, you look good And I love sex, I love it Cant do shit no more and Im blessed Im big bone-ded, Im heavy structured Im hung low If I pull my shit out, this whole room get dark Kick it Yuh Uh, Im jinglin, baby, go head, bitch I said Im jinglin, baby, go head, dawg I said Im jinglin, baby, go head, bitch I said Im jinglin, ayo Jingle, jingle, thats a one of one Diamonds flooded like its Katrina Please do not make me cop that P1 Trust me, that is something you dont want, yeah, mm Golf le Fleur like I heal, mm Orange bottom, no high heels, mm Last five months, thats five mils, mm Still too scared to cop the P1 Dont you get that heat, one of one, be one EB1, and he won, thats how we gun He be one, the B1, the heebie-jeebies Please do not, dont make me cop that P1 Got the my percent, no my chick like Im a , no I dont know that shit, none of my shit go Im a ten out ten, Im on my tiptoes Run, run, run, wait, wait, mm Im on , mm You dont know what were coppin, mm Im on , the , mm Uh, Im jinglin, baby, go head, bitch I said Im jinglin, baby, go head, dawg I said Im jinglin, baby, go head, bitch I said Im jinglin, ayo Jingle, jingle, thats a one of one Diamonds flooded like its Katrina Please do not make me cop that P1 Trust me, that is something you dont want, yeah, mm Boom, guess who stepped in the room Tomb, make my Rari go vroom Got the P1, my Ruger P9 I slide the east side and do the G side Thug the B-side, throwin no peace sign Fuckin three 9s, turn it to three dimes , Im chillin with two dimes one time, they fuckin me one time, ayy Get no blunts out the face, ayy Leave them, ghost out the fade , ayy Please do not soak my parade, ayy hip-hop horray Yeah, A$AP Rocky A$AP Rocky, A$AP Rocky, A$AP Rocky Uh, Im jinglin, baby, go head, bitch I said Im jinglin, baby, go head, dawg I said Im jinglin, baby, go head, bitch I said Im jinglin, ayo Jingle, jingle, thats a one of one Diamonds flooded like its Katrina Please do not make me cop that P1 Trust me, that is something you dont want, yeah, mm Now how it go, with that roll when Im trippin the ten I tell her go, when to go, I might send her the top Yeah, yeah, yeah, ride, ride, ride Uh, uh, uh, ah, ah, ah Got that wood, ride, ride, ride Fuck that shit, thats a Glock Now how that go, with that roll when Im trippin the top And got that hoe wanna go, Is on my shit in the ten Hahaha, dun-dun-dun Yeah, yeah, yeah, that that huh Uh, uh, uh, ma, ma, ma Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, uh uh Tell em, baby, you tell em champagne with a nigga Kick it up Kick it up Kick it up Kick it up Yuh

Chilling at the house on a couch with the box crayons and a line of cocaine My nose is on fire like a button with propane, its dripping all red of old gangs And now youve seen your stars and your face numb like a funny bone cupping at ice And your nose white like your heads covered in lice But we both dazed, and I think I found my wife Dazed and Amazed and Im dazed and Im blown Dazed and Amazed and Im dazed and Im gone Dazed and Amazed and Im dazed and Im home Chilling at the house on the couch, nose white Mind is travelling, thoughts is mental Im trying to get into your pus just like a pimple And I wait for the Cat in the Hat to pop through the window The opium is in slow Thin Though Put My Brim Low Let the lights dim low

You on the internet and shit and uh... these motherfuckers be posting videos of songs like: Uh, oh, uh, this the motherfucking blame it on the throne freestyle. Nigga, that wasnt a fuckin freestyle, nigga, you pre-wrote that shit and just spitted it on a fucking camera. I dont really get why these motherfucking rappers just like... they, they dont wanna freestyle no more, its like, you aint got no more niggas that can really fucking spit of the top of the dome. So this nigga Left Brain gave a fucking beat, alright, i really liked this shit, Ill just fucking freestyle on it and this nigga fucking Hodgy Beats, i dont know why the fuck hes in here but he just gonna fucking nail it. So uuuhhh... Yo, , yo, , yo, Your bitch pretty, she pretty And now shes screaming, now i fill her up with semen All she see is sea man Now you hear her voice, no pro-choice No odd pro-abortion on this boat Bitch calm down, down Krusty The Clown will make you laugh Laugh, finger in your ass Now you like woah, hold up Mister, I dont know your name Bitch, shut the fuck up, youre on a train Just to death chop your body up and put it in the freezer Bleed her Before i kill her, fuck her just to please her No condom, I just might disease her And if that fucking happen, fuck it Shell be dead, chopped up in my motherfucking freezer You can fuckin get the vanilla, Manelly Lisa Alisa, here you wanna sample, nigga, try it Kinda like a printer, nigga fire, Im the dentist Niggas looking at me Hair nappy, heres a brush But she dont wanna rush Cuz if I fucking bust, quick Shes gonna be pissed But then I pull out, fuck, I cant have blue balls So bitch start sucking my dick And then she fucking lick I bust up on her face, now she looking like Michael, Jackson Jackson, now I sound like Toni Braxton Deep voice, motherfucker Fuck, I had her sucking on my wrapped lollipop Like its a sucker, motherfucker Back for round two, i found you You tryna run, but i found blue Yellows over there And the motherfucking field where The niggas wear colored pants, jerking, pop pills Im on the other side Where all the niggas ride, the niggas skate But we take indy bitches with high GPAs up on a date Where niggas smoke blunts and sniff coke Where the motherfucking freestyles are never wrote Or written, im livin Nigga shittin while im pissin On they face, mace Here you call the cops Heres my phone, ill catch your case But i got a good lawyer so my fucking record erase Just like a fucking pencil, I mental Left Brain laced this instrumental, with some shit that’s so illegal, that He gon have to go and fly over seas like an eagle In the Winta, Decemba, Imba, Limpa Kick him in the leg now he limpa, IMPA Niggas rollin round, Nipsey Hussle in the Impala Lookin at me while I style on ya Oh, you mad cause I’m styling on you? Plus the call is on me? 4-5in on em Gnolly tricks on ya bitch, girl-boy lookin clean cause You already know my hat green, and that shit staying Supreme Uh You can’t fuck with it, you little H-B You hate me, A-C, L-B, H-B C-V, Super 3 and Bran’doom DeShay With my Nigga Domo the Gene’says, you Hate on the O-F, that’s the best letter in the world And I’m better better, than your better girl She the best I’ve ever had. I--cough cough Asthma- cough Fuck it, I’m coughin This the re’free- cough cough oh shit cough cough I’m bout to hit it back. cough. I said, This the re-freestyle No written I spit all my shit from the dome Home like a motherfucker nigga leavin his college, for good In the Hood I’m from Ladera, not from Anglewood Hawthorne couple times, go the city where I be Even up in Hollywood, you could find me I’m not a fucking cliche E-Shay, E, A, ohhh fuck it i’m over it I got work tomorrow Left Brain let me get a beat to borrow Just so I could spit the shit quick Bitches with some big lips, yeah she got some big lips A nice small tongue, for this over-sized big dick Size 12 in the Shoe, 32 in the jeans Skinny as fuck motherfucking t-shirt a 2X, yes And you could ask anybody here that’s daily Bitches feel me, fucking iPods wanna play me Ask me why I cuss so much Fuck, shit, cunt and dick Now shut the fuck up bitch Eat a fucking dick in a blanket I be on that stank shit Fuck everybody here What the fuck I look like thankin? Ohh shit, the beat ended, fuck

Comparing scars before dinner Jump off the roof into the mirror Felt like summer to my December Was it my August? Shit, I dont remember I know my temperature was set You finally flew south The bird gon’ leave the nest, youre so chromatic At least I had it Instead of never Or maybe Im too dramatic Whether it’s rain or shine, I know Im fine for now My loves gone, my loves gone My loves gone, oh, gone I guess it wasnt meant to be Or maybe its just a dream that I cant seem to wake up from My love’s gone, my love’s gone My loves gone, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone I know love is, is all I got I just hope to God she got good taste Could put you on some shit you never seen Could play a couple songs that you could dance to I hope you know she can’t compete with me Whether its rain or shine, I know Im fine for now My loves gone, my love’s gone My loves gone, oh, gone I guess it wasnt meant to be Or maybe its just a dream that I cant seem to wake up from My loves gone, my loves gone My loves gone, gone You kept me goin, the Band-Aid is falling off now You kept me goin, the Band-Aid is falling off now You kept me goin, the Band-Aid is falling off now Going, and now Im scarred for life My love is gone , my love is gone My love is gone , my love is gone Ayo, its poison in that gumbo Emotion, feel Dumbo Ask me where my love go That bitch walked outside the front door Knock, knock, knock, knock Im not shocked, I brought this on me Its my fault, you gon leave Lesson taught, see The weatherman told me it wasnt rainin My stupid ass brought umbrellas I got a glimpse of your cloud and felt better Now its 90 degrees, and all the tricks up my sleeve Is drenched in sweat and delusion because I jet to conclusions You got your thing, I got nothing but memories I know your secrets, nigga Im not bitter or nothing, I understand that Everybody making a choice according to plan and We had two different blueprints, but understood influence You opened up early on, I thought I had a permit You started buildin a bridge and turned it into a fence Then my buildin got tore down all because of your new tenant Ill just buy up some new shit, never down with a lease You never lived in your truth, Im just happy I lived in it But I finally found peace, so peace It was my fault, I reached That contract got breached Now Im back roaming the streets So peace I hate wasted potential, that shit crushes your spirit It really does, it crushes your soul Thank you for the love Thank you for the joy But I dont ever wanna fall in love again Thank you for the time Thank you for your mind, mind But I dont ever wanna fall in love again I said go, go Thank you for the love Thank you for the joy But I dont ever wanna fall in love again Thank you for the time Thank you for your mind, mind But I dont ever wanna fall in love again Again, again Again, again

Imma fall through right after this interview You should call your bitches up, cause Imma bring my niggas through We can kick it, baby, if its good with you Im tryna get high, I can bring in like a zip or two Thats how it gets when we just kicking it Thats how it gets when we just kicking it Thats how it gets when we just kicking it Aint tryna fuck nothing up, nah, we just kicking it My nigga Jason got cases of light liquor From last night, if you and your girls act right We can all get a little tipsy I mean, we aint gotta do nothing risky, we just kicking it Thats how it gets when we just kicking it No need for tripping, we just kicking it Thats how it gets when we be kicking it, we just kicking it Youre finger signaling, Im listening Leap through the kitchen to a room I fall victim in Before the gameplay, we do a little scrimmaging No love involved, she know niggas just kicking it Yeah, she know that we just kicking it Thats how it gets when we just kicking it She aint tripping, we just kicking it Thats how it, when uh, when we kicking it She not a groupie, not a ho, she just a fan Whose boundaries are crossed simply because Im the man And for a single night, she pretends that Im her man And ended disappointed, when Im outtie when it ends Cause thats how it gets when we just kicking it Thats not my bitch, no we just kicking it No need to trip cause we just kicking it Thats how it gets when we just kicking it, we just kicking it Thats how it gets when we just kicking it Salute me gang apprentice-ship, where you cant get no membership Yeah, Genesis, Rolling Papers, nigga (He look like he aint got no stroke, that nigga is wack

Cops tripping on a nigga cause they know Im a black man The flow dirty like a real stinky trash can Niggas dont really want no problems, I got guns, I solve em These bitch niggas know I sell crack like concrete And if you dont believe me, you can find me in the streets My niggas be listening to fucking N Sync Mike, Doms The real shit, nigga in pink Yall niggas dont got problems ok niggas dont talk none of that stuff Get muffed, give a fuck And if you wanna laugh, Ill stick a fucking bundle of bananas in my ass Pussy motherfuckers you need to shut the fuck up You niggas need to learn me and Lionel in a fucking G rolling on sherm Smoking PCP bath salt nigga Yall niggas just all talk nigga Wolf gang dont bark nigga we bitch niggas When we see the spark nigga, I call on the cops Snitch on a nigga, I give no fucks If you got a problem with my bitch yall a pot I got fake Gucci, I got fake Louis, I got a fucking dookie I got a hoopty, bills aint paid Got a fucked up line up, with no fade Nigga, Look at all of these asses over here Yall niggas wanna talk shit about my ears Get your face took Imma cyber bully and snitch on Facebook Yall niggas tell me that Im ugly nigga That shit aint even funny nigga My momma love me nigga, so i dont care about your opinion

I got sixteen sixteens and if I write one more song And Ill be at seventeen again like Zac Efron You punk motherfuckers get stepped on Im best on any beat that I take a mess on I see right through you like you got mesh on A hard body, like Briannas dad I get my flex on The best one, my name gets spoken bout Cause I spit crack verses that bring smokers out So know your route filled with unleaded As I escort this beef to death like the paramedics Yeah I said it, everything thing I touch is deaded Tyler directed the funeral and this just got beheaded Forget it, the killers in the booth And Im drunk off this serum so all I spit is truth And I dont really rap I am panic on this muse How you get killed using verbally abuse Its dead, somebody call the coroner This is what it sounds like when Domo Genis cornered you Youre gone, knife to the neck Just for respect, bitch this is OF Yes Im crazy, Im a bastard All I spit is dirty like pornographic rappers Stop, youre dead honey Cause I eat you all up like I was Ted Bundy No funny, where the fuck you bunching? Im a serial killer, dont get your Cap n Crunched, bitch

Go, go

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do Im half crazy all for the loving of you It wont be a stylish marriage And I cannot afford a carriage But youll look sweet on the seat Of a bicycle built for two We will go tandem as man and wife Peddling the way down the road of life When the roads dark we can all despise There are bright lights in the dazzling eyes Daisy, Daisy Bell

] Good day, Sir Baudelaire, what can I do for you? Oh, dude, I am so fucking hungry, and I just want to eat Can I get the, can I get the brown sugared salmon? Mkay, so our dinner plates this evening are the braised bohemian beef or the brown sugared salmon Heh, yeah, I know, I want, I want the brown sugared salmon please With the, with the potatoes, and I dont, I dont want brussels sprouts Mmm, Im so sorry, we are out of that The chef actually ran out of salmon because there was a trivial boat shortage at the lake so- So why did you mention it in the first place? Because thats our specials Okay, alright, cool Let me just get the ehm, the braised bohemian beef with the potatoes, and I dont- Oh, Mr. Baudelaire, Im gonna have to check if we have the braised bohemian beef Are you fucking dumb? Im just gonna have to double check that we have that Whos- whos running this place? Whos in charge here? Im in charge Mr. Baudelaire, and thank you so much for traveling with us Is there a dilemma I can sort out? Im starving, and I just want dinner Oh, well, our dinner specials are the braised bohemian beef, and the brown sugared salmon I know, I fucking know, and this lady keeps on telling me that- Oh, ah, my names Trina, sir Okay, well, Trina Sir, keeps saying Its no salmon, its no beef, its no anything, I just want- Its not No anything Mr. Baudelaire, its the braised bohemian beef or the brown sugared salmon I think hes leaning towards the beef Trina, would you quadruple check if we have the beef? Yes Mmmm, we do not have the braised bohemian beef Oh jeez, Im so sorry Mr. Baudelaire, I have just got word, that we are in fact out of the braised bohemian beef But, we are now serving complimentary yogurt Now, would you like strawberries or granola? Oh-oh, oh, we are out of the yogurt

Casey Veggies, Ace The Creator Im telling myself, I should go mystery C But these niggas dont want the mystery me Why I rap? What to defend me? Im like man this music shit is in me Yo, Casey what you doing? Dreamchasin And I thank everybody that gives me motivation If life is sneakers, guess my mind is laced in They call me Casey Veggies man yall cant taste him Yall didnt like him, but yall wanna date him Nigga hes too real, yall cant fake him Close your eyes and realize what youre gonna do to get by Casey What you doing? I just gotta get by So in this, I put my heart and soul Put the pen to the paper then your heart unfolds Open your ears, were trynna get to you And the Creator trynna get it too Base drum, High hat, intercourse with the melody Theyre sailing by 4 words Fuck You, Pay Me Thats 4 syllables, the 3rd one is killing you Im half retarded so my thinking process instrumental Yeah, look Im skate mental, schizophrenic, go get him Thoughts is more raw than Supreme denim Cause look, If fall legends die, here? Im trynna have fun All legends die, when I fuck my days gonna come? Probably next week, couple years Dogg crip walking with a green sky the president prolly queer Not trynna psych you, but niggas on myspace asking for beats Get the point, I do not like you Im a beast with the beat but I will not hype you Customized Greatly, dont believe? Ill pipe you And yeah all of that while my nigga Casey Veggies was Started off at 12 but now Im grounded Heard the rhymes in the age, now they so astounded Got phone calls home so now he grounded My mind, my soul you cant defeat us Thats like trynna ollie without sliding your feet up So heres the mixtape, the music re-up Guns in his rap so hes tuff I got a lot of verses but I dont write enough Cause you gotta lift weights to be buff Just shock me, yall cant stop me Talking to these girls man, my mind was rocky Niggas going from Levis to Versaces Alright though, yeah we outty

She right left me The plane flew away, now my soul is unhealthy On flight American 47 My summer love left me, and faded into heavens She came to LA on vacation, about the third day we was having relation For two weeks she was my angel The kisses were incredible, the dates uncomparable With her, she took my key The key to remain, relationship sanity Now it was crazy Fiending for her love, and texting her daily Abstinence is what she went by No sex, I pretended like I had respect I thought that I was set But I was in love, when I heard she was My summer love, my summer love 28 karats of gold Thats almost 24 karats of glow But bugs bunny said 24 carrots of old That they been spoiled green bean Thats three layers of mold Ive got three layers of coolness And one of them is lukewarm water Shes somebody daughter Her brain is smaller than the other girls Ive got Sarah Belle umm Man I love summer heat Never told her Cant tell her, about cars dealing She gambles with my dentist Thats why I have feelings She stole my heart but they didnt really need it So I guess shes off, not guilty Love jewellery, so filthy Now were chilling at the beach Corn on the chips, corn on her feet Feet in the sand, Hands on her weave Shes the fish to my water Summer love Shes the summer to my heat So I slide in Cool like the breeze, feather Its the Summer weather I know this her blinging Like rose gold, rose gold I went to the dealer And he sold gold, I chose gold With a little bit of red bone 55 still pigeon toed With her Keds on Rasacha chey fitted caps She the dope dealer type, the feds drawn Where my flow excels I dont show and tell And its the summer baby, ring my bell Her names Rochelle, I want road kill Because she’s not after the money, leaving me broke as hell This summer, this summer I got jokes for sale, wanna buy one? Girl, where the F you get this guy from? This summer, this summer, this summer, yeah this summer

I dont want it to end yet, but I didnt begin yet I said youre just a fan, youre just not really a friend yet Something that Ive been said, practice makes perfect But Ill probably die tomorrow, tell me is it really worth it I can read the latest books, learn everything I need to But it seems theyll still look at me like a crook Im like, yeah Im pretty nice, yeah Im pretty much an asshole And they dont understand so it sounds hypocritical but fuck you And Im still the one the young niggas look up to Imagine what Id do if I was passionate as dudes Who only look around because theyre searching for the truth And Im still searching for a coupe, but only lurking in this booth And still more hazardous than you, still a casket fits my suit I wonder when my last breath is, life sucks but fuck Im really tired of imagining how death is And Earth is lame, waiting for the moment that Im blasting off I only go hard, I found out that you fags is soft Your sight is too limited to see my vision And you never listen so dont tell me OK just to pass me off

Hey yeah, she was the love of my life Girl, yeah, she was the love of my life Girl, yeah, she was the love of my life After all this time, you lost your chance You know you want me After all this time, its too late Callin on me You lost you chance, get away from me Its too late Its too late for yall to care Ive moved past all that I can Why must you come back? I didnt ask for this I thought you were so over this But now After all this time, you lost your chance You know you want me After all this time, its too late Callin on me You lost you chance, get away from me Its too late It was last summer dont think I forget But now youre trying to come around, you want back in But now with my best best friends We on tour in ages, stacking good good hits I know youre tired of your life You wanna roll we me cause you knew that I was right But now I got a girl, she bout to come right back And she gon whoop that ass unless you move back back After all this time, you lost your chance You know you want me After all this time, its too late Callin on me You lost you chance, get away from me Its too late Hey yeah, she was the love of my life Girl, yeah, she was the love of my life Girl, yeah, she was the love of my life Girl, yeah, she was the love of my life Girl, yeah, she was the love of my life Girl, yeah, love of my life Girl (After all this time, you lost you chance Now you want me) After all this time, you lost you chance Now you want me I guess it wasnt meant to be And after all this time, you say you love me But what went wrong? You said you didnt belong to me And after last summer we didnt speak I know youre lonely, youll never find another nigga like me I see it didnt take long to see After all this time, you lost your chance Girl you want me I guess it wasnt meant to be And after all this time You said you loved me But what went wrong? You said you didnt belong to me And after last summer we didnt speak I know youre lonely, youll never find another nigga like me I see it didnt take long to see After all this time, you lost you chance Now you want me I guess it wasnt meant to be

Why lie? Ill probably die where the dope is Face down in a pile of roses, right next to where the coke is Obituaries won’t be in English and make no sense Or died in the Poconos from overdosing on blowfish You fuckin wit a nigga thats dead already Told the bitch when I’m gone to fuck my team once my head is buried Dig me up once a year to give me head in the cemetery Leave her wielded, disclosed, its-its a brick in the Ben and Jerrys Fuck it, you bitch niggas some deadbeats Spittin, hittin, you hard to base, make niggas legs break Praying we move the weight in the day like Jenny Craig say And you make enough to not give a fuck about what the feds take Why lie? Ill probably die where the dope is Or in between sofa cushions smushed between where remotes live Divide a four-fifth, cause my nigga told me to dope hit Or die for fucking a nigga sister like Manolo did You cant hold my dick ’cause it’s too heavy .45s turn into .50 cals, this a new dessy Love a bitch with a pussy, butter-soft like a new Peli With AR’s that go from semi to fully with dual settings, uh True feelings grow within my melanin Pussy so good that I swore I would never swear again Pussy so good that I told her I couldnt bear to sin Until I got bored with shawty, and felt the need to tell a friend Why lie? Ill probably die where the dope is Or die because Im a lion, tryna get from the poachers Die from using a fork to get Pop-Tarts up out the toaster Die ’cause somebody lied and told me that Coke was just soda Die from too many lines, cause I swore that my dope was doper Die like wylin coyote, got hit with too many boulders Die cause he came from the right, and looked over the wrong shoulder Or die when fire ignites cause I didnt put out the smolder How Ima end it? Both, I could die by suicide and leave such a nice note Italicize why, pantomime rhythms and tight flows Just for kicks, Id write right after fiddin goodnight, folks

You have reached the Sprint voice mailbox of 6331. To leave a voice message, press 1, or just wait for the t- Swhite boy, S.O.S you left me in the jungle man Young, black and just dont give a fuck I like to get high all day, sleep, and get my digits up The skeletons in my closet so deep, I couldnt dig em up Could give a fuck about a job, Id rather stick a nigga up for a bigger cut Aint eat in months, I need a bigger cup, cause we aint eat in months White education, black self-hatred is what they teaching us Carcinogens and scraps off the pavement is what they feeding us Long as the weed lit up and we keep it tucked, we dont give a fuck Shit, bitch, I really lied in that casket Told no truths when I prayed for my child to become a bastard Showed no proof of my ways and my actions to pointless masses Count backwards cause time dont exist but only matter

Ha ha ha ha! Welcome, every-fucking-body To the Odd Future, Radical carnival. {YOU FUCKIN BITCH!} Starring, Tyler the Creator, Hodgy Beats Left Brain, Earl Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis Mike G, and lastly, Jasper the Fucking Dolphin {THATS RIGHT BITCH} Odd Future everybody We want to welcome all the dudearamas and all the bastards And everyone else for coming out tonight This is going to be a great experience And we want yall motherfuckers to buy popcorn {JACKASS THIS EFFIN SUCKS} So please, enjoy this motherfuckin show {SHIT!} If you have children with a motherfuckin heart condition Please take them motherfuckers home Cause it is a lot of cursing and dont give-a-fuckness goin on Now - for all my Odd Future crew out there thats uh backstage I just uh, I just wanna know whos gonna start this show

Been that man since Batman had a sidekick Robin, and Im giving to the poor Mike Tyson Dont drink extavia bitch I put rice in Here bitch, ziploc bag filled with my dick Give it to your parents and tell them that its a nice gift Of my semen, futures as Im a psychic Do you wanna ride? Because I dont know where my bike is Ive lost my mind Can somebody page Amanda Bynes and maybe she can help me find it? Pink and blue all on my neck, fuck Im blinded Im a nigga bitch, bring that pink pale pussy here and take some nigga dick Spitting, get it cracking like some nigga lips Bad to the bone, I dont know where my appendix is Im kidding its right here In the pocket of them pants covered in white smears Engine to my left, Clipse plays in my right ear When I steer that third gear, people fear when I drive here Im fast motherfucker in a whole other lightyear, whats up? Yo, that flow is sick Im going to figure out how to do some shit

Say, babe, Im liking what you do to me So how about you and me, keep it up, keep it up Hey lady, did you know you were the reason Never catch me leaving, so keep it up, keep it up I dont give a, what people say Theyre going to talk either way Lets just have fun while we can enjoy ourselves Dont wanna give it up, might as well live it up Dont wanna give it up, might as well live it up Dont wanna give it up, might as well live it up Dont wanna give it up, so we might as well live it up Hey babe, and since my new addiction You got me lifted, so keep me up, keep me up Hey lady, if youre ever feeling saucy Tell me when you want me to beat it up, beat it up I dont give a, what people say Theyre going to talk either way Lets just have fun while we can enjoy ourselves Dont wanna give it up, might as well live it up Dont wanna give it up, might as well live it up Dont wanna give it up, might as well live it up Dont wanna give it up, so we might as well live it up We dont have to rush it, we can take our time, take our time But we both know what we want, want, so whats it gonna be? And no one has to know it but us, but us baby Just my love, I finally found someone who actually agrees I dont give a, what people say Theyre going to talk either way Lets just have fun while we can enjoy ourselves Dont wanna give it up, might as well live it up Dont wanna give it up, might as well live it up Dont wanna give it up, might as well live it up Dont wanna give it up, so we might as well live it up

Whats your life like? Whats your CV... just fine with this Uhh, stay alive with this - yeah They say I rap it like, I had an afterlife And came back, while these lames speakin the same raps I give the same daps, to the same homies Cause I can tell most of these niggas phony So I relax and rap for another one like I relapsed I got the crowd up on him while you cats didnt even get 3 claps So what my life like? Its like two kites, but one of them is longer than the other With one big sister and like one older brother A narrow-minded father and a hard working mother You can catch me writin raps and kickin rocks with my lover And Rock is her name And dont forget to eat cause she make you see things I would, never believe in the things I achieve But my brain leaves a stain on my heart And I thrash hard from the start Whats your Life, life, life, life like Im just tryin to pass go Arrogant asshole, what I need class fo? But I still attend it, cause thats what my mom recommended Big boss lookin for an apprentice Fresh as the sentence, best men I been this You one on one, Im on some {her and her friends shit} She say girlfriend and I aint lookin for her friendship I told her Im just a young nigga there miss And dont talk, I get straight to the point like a toothpick Im too sick, throwin up, gang signs, throw em up Im hardheaded but at the same time, dont know enough AWOL told me Im blowin up Shaun DT until Im blowin up - so what the fuck is up? Its a long time comin now, thinkin bout the future A BlackBerry messenger beach cruiser Administrative user; usin his thoughts to make sure that Booty is bond, man this food for your thoughts So dont waste it, young Veggies hit the taste You blind niggas get maced, chillin with my nigga Ace Thats Tyler, the Creator give a damn about a hater This my city, Im the Mayor, the world spins cause that paper Im the King like layers So when you talkin money make sure you talk layers! Layers Layers, so whats your life like? Life, life, life, life like

TYLER, THE CREATOR and EARL SWEATSHIRT are two members of OFWGKTA. The atmosphere backstage before their Sydney show was beyond hyper - different members of Odd Future would come and go, and everyone was yelling, beating each other up and throwing chairs across the room. It was a little bit intimidating but mostly exciting, and reminded us of those high school drama classes where everyone just wanted to be the centre of attention.Ingrid Kesa: The theme of this issue is Hang Out In Real Life. Hayley and I met on Myspace-- Tyler, the Creator: Are you serious? Thats cool. Ingrid: We cant remember who added who. Now were best friends and we live together. Tyler: Thats tight! Thats awesome! Ingrid: Its a modern bromance. Are you guys in love? Tyler: No! Ingrid: Why not? Tyler: Im into chicks... Earl Sweatshirt: Theyre recording you. Dont ever say nothin thats dumb -- its official. Hayley Morgan: But you can love each other as friends Tyler: Yeah, but Im not in love! Thats my nigga though. Ingrid: Do you have a handshake? Tyler: You should be afraid of asking that, because it involves hurting this guy. I always just hit him. Hayley: You just hit each other? Tyler: Yeah. Ingrid: Have you ever hit each other properly? Like, had a punch-up? Earl: Ask Jasper this question. Tyler: Jasper, how do we say hi to each other? Tyler: Why dont you love meeee? Hayley: Why cant you all just hug each other Earl: We dont know how. Ingrid: You just do this . Tyler: Nah. Earl: We dont like each other like you guys like each other. You guys be making out, huh? Ingrid and Hayley: No! Tyler: She be thinking about it all the time. Hayley: Once when we were sleeping in the same bed she accidentally hugged me. Earl: See! You guys are in love. Tyler: You guys are secretly in love! You guys are secretly in love and its tight! Ingrid: Anyway, did you have Myspace? What was your Myspace name? Tyler: Tyler, the Creator. Earl: My Myspace name was Facebook. Hayley: Who would win a thumb war? Tyler: Duh, me! Ingrid: Who can do the robot better? Tyler: I can. Actually, he can do the robot better. Earl: I off top cannot! Youre the star dancer of this conversation. Tyler: Not me -- he is. Earl: I am clearly not. Ingrid: I think you can move Earl -- look at those lanky arms. Tyler: Off top, do you guys shower with each other? Earl: Yeah, dont you guys live together? Ingrid: In separate bedrooms Earl: Well, you guys are gonna live together for the rest of your lives. Tyler: Yeah, you guys are in love. Earl: You guys might not be gay, but youre definitely in love. Ingrid: Would you ever live together? Tyler: Nope. Earl: Fuck no. Tyler: Fuck that. Fuck no; suck my dick. Ingrid: Why not? Earl: Not at all. No. Never. I would never live with this nigga. Hayley: Who do you live with? Tyler: I live with my mother and my sister. Earl: Its better that we dont live together. Its how its supposed to be. Ingrid: How do you like girls to dress? Tyler: If a girl can wear a t-shirt, that shits tight. Earl: Yeah, whatever fits. I like a girl to dress like how a boy dresses. Tyler: I dont like make-up at all. Ingrid: Do you want to get married one day? What song would you walk down the aisle to? Tyler: Perfect by Snoop Dogg. Earl: Perfect by Lil B Ingrid and Haley: Awww! hug! Ingrid: What song do you sing at karaoke? Tyler: Ive never been to karaoke. Hayley: You havent lived! Do you have a song? Earl: We have albums. Tyler: We have Eminems Relapse album, and Lil B. Ingrid: Do you have a best friend? Tyler: Yeah, this guy right here . Hayley: Earl, what about you? Do you have a best friend? Earl: All of them . Ingrid: Jasper looks like he needs to come in for some questions. Earl: He does not need to come in for some questions. Hes one of my best friends, also one of my worst. Ingrid: There were 14-year-olds smoking cigarettes out the front of the show before - do you think thats cool? Tyler: No. Thats something Im so against -- smoking. I dont smoke at all. I think that cigarettes are actually retarded. I dont understand why people do that to themselves. Ingrid: Have you come across any Australian snacks that you really like? Tyler: Golden Gaytimes! I love the Golden Gaytimes in my mouth! Earl: You know what I dont like thats Australian? Vegemite. Ingrid and Hayley: Boooo! Tyler: You fucking weirdos. Your breakfast is weird too. You eat tomatoes for breakfast - what the fuck? Hayley: What do you eat for breakfast, then? Tyler: Bacon, pancakes... Earl: Our bacon is nice and crisp. You have fucking slabs of ham steak. Ingrid: What would you cook a girl for dinner? Tyler: Waffles, bacon, eggs... Earl: A breakfast sandwich. Ingrid: Whats a breakfast sandwich? Earl: Its just where you get eggs, cheese and bacon. I can cook. I can make waffles from scratch. I learnt how a long time ago. And I can make fried chicken. And tacos. [At this point the whole Odd Future crew has gathered around the couch and are yelling over the top of each other while pegging chairs across the room. Management tells Ingrid and Hayley to finish the interview. Ingrid: I think we have to wrap it up. Tyler: You dont have to do anything you dont want to. Earl: Lets ask them some questions. Tyler: Were asking you guys the questions now. When did you figure out you were in love? This is a serious question. No ones going to judge. Whats Ingrids favorite colour? Hayley: Im going to say green. Tyler: Whats Hayleys favorite colour? Ingrid : White Earl: If there was a strap-on, who would pitch and who would receive? Hayley: No, thats not a thing. Tyler: Will it be awkward in the morning? Ingrid: Ugh, shut up! She punched me in the face recently. Earl: Are we fucked up right now? Tyler: I dont know, I just want to know what theyre into. Earl: Is this wrong? Tyler: She punches her in the face! Hayley: It was an accident! Earl: If your mom was falling off a cliff, and she was falling off a cliff, which one would you grab? Ingrid and Hayley: Both. Tyler: You can only grab one. Hayley: I would jump too. Tyler: No, you wouldnt. Youre being passive aggressive. Earl: if you had to hit your mom in the head or a baby in the head with a baseball bat, which one would you choose? Ingrid: Hayley -- shed bounce back. Tyler: Would you rather that she gets stabbed in the face by a mugger named Jonathan or would you spit in a babys mouth and face and throw shit at it? Ingrid: Id spit in the babys mouth -- birds do that -- and it wouldnt hurt. Tyler: Damn, she really loves you! She really loves you. Hey, thats love. To spit and throw bricks and shit at a baby. Ingrid: bricks? No! Whats the next question? Tyler: You like these questions, because youre in love with her. You love her 100%, and shes only at 70%. Youre just waiting for her to come to that side of town. This is sick! Im so happy for you guys.

Odd Future rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks Rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks... Drools, lames, HypeBeast, Odd Future Magazine, Mixtape, Clothing...OH MY GOD! Tylers gonna kill me for this! Im not looking at you, Im looking past you I get cash, niggas call me a cashew I leave model women stuck like statues They wonder why were down cause Im light skinned with tattoos Three wishes with a genie on them You hear about me, but you never see me on them I dont fuck fans, you tryna put your weenie on them While I skateboard and beanie on them Kick push them out the way said Im risking to pay Hodgy Beats beats bang harder than grenades The futures looking odd so you haters better bend back Take notes so you dont forget that I said that The cool nigga in the red hat Odd Future Ill shoot you til you dead flat Dont get confused cause Im really speaking clear Like Im yelling in your freakin ear, can you freakin hear? Cause Im freakin here with three vanilla dutches And a freakin beer, you freakin queers Better back off me or wake up and Smell a bullet in your mouth instead of the coffee

In the studio right now with Ebro, my nigga Rosenberg right here and he know, that me and Vince go way back just like Lebron hairline against somebody. Shit I dont know, I dont really watch basketball but I play with a couple balls, me and Vincent having threesomes, rolling up the weed crumbs. Niggas know that Im dumb, niggas know that hes stu-pid and you know I stay there because its stu-kid. Never leave the stoop, copped a new Coupe. About to cop McLaren after tall with no damn roof. And I be playing guitar, nigga Im a damn star. Cant even walk down the street without damn calls of security following, and bad bitches swallowing, and niggas cant see the fucking ice cause its hollowed-in. And shout out been balling, nigga making checks. Cant think of nothing, whats next? But fuck it, niggas know that Im going hard, Im getting rod, fat Eminem and a dark nigga from Amistad. And Sandra Bullock in the cut n shit. What the fuck, my nigga Lionel buff as fuck and uhh any bitches in here with big ol butts? Nah, this shit is wack, white girl got the flat one. Wanna point out the black one. Something, got me a stack of money inside the pocket, nigga cant hold no wallet, but know I go hard, know my wallet go yard with the Golf on it. Yeah nigga I make bread, I dont even rap about rape no more, that shit is dead. Now Im fuckin bitches and coppin shit thats too damn expensive. N everybody just hate the new shit, they never listen, cause Im not sad, dont cry about my dad. But shit I dont know, getting ass-shots after tour, I dont know what is going

Throw down that shit nigga Bitch Im a mothafuckin G Bitch you aint fucking with me I be stabbing bitches Fucking hoes with no condom on Happy holiday ho Happy holiday Happy holiday Bitch I be kicking babies Fucking bitches Hoes in the club Ho, dont eat my grits bitch Dont touch my trix Barking at the hoes Barking at the hoes Niggas better recognize that I be stabbin niggas Stabing niggas with pencils niggas Fucking bitches with no condom Bitch better have my chicken I want my Popeyes, niggas

Yeah, H-B God said Im great, thou shall not hate So I love every body beefin with me like steak I chase after cake while your girl lick the icing, she go both ways, like she motorcyclin haha With out the motor, so she bicycle, taco in her mouth while she ride pickles I kick push, nigga, my hodg fickle, if you contemplate suicide, fuck it Imma die with you Id rather eat glass than squeeze and pull the trigger Call the competition and see whos the cooler nigga Im ice cold, similar to frozen Got a nice flow, similar to golden Im like a gold fish, we are the same color Im just like your brother, or significant other I work hard to provide grub on the table, turn impossible to possible if Im able to I must be dreaming, yeah, I said must be dreaming I must be dreaming, heh, I must be dreaming I just turned legal, and she must of turned evil Lifes a practice, so Im on the court shootin free throws Cause when the game come, is when the rain come, when it rains it pours, I wonder when the fame come Imma be writing to an instrumental, different snare, same drum Bang until Im dry, and my brains numb, yeah Fuck a computer clap, I need snare It sound like Im smackin on her ass while Im pullin on her hair haha I dont think she like it, the way that she stare But I continue with my program because I dont care. Im so damn tight, like a fat nigga in skinnys Or a hoochie chick, with her skirt extra skimpy Music is ren, motherfucka Im stimpy Pimpin the game, never let the game pimp me Like a pimps, we on 6th street?, tryna play the slot, if theres money involved, best believe Im gonna take ya spot Haha, damn Damn, now? And, for.. I must be dreamin I must be dreamin Im Tarzan on the mic, Odd Future the gorrilas Niggas do it for the fame, when I do it for the children Taking over, running the game, like a fucking pilgrim Knocking down the huts, and arranging for some buildings Gripping the grain, get my grains ingrained I chase dreams, I cant stop it, understand what you mean Im busy on the scene, while you tryna be seen We all have addictions and Im the type that feins, not the type that schemes and plays people like a Cello The mellow, hella, ghetto, running free in the meadows I picture me framed countin hundreds, in a falsetto Instead of a chick opening up like, rose petals I trust no one, sitting with my lonesome No congo drums, Tyler kicked another sample Beat is so hard that your motherfuckin amp blows Hustlers on the corner, and The Lady and The Tramp knows Nigga! Forever, yeah Hodgy Beats, Tyler the Creator Yeah Like, umm, G You fuckin next man You the golden boy in this rap shit Dont let these motherfuckers tell you any different Odd Future, bitch

From Coldwater to the Shaw Alcoholic way I handle the bars This a PK, PK Ripper Nah, you cant fuck with the boy That’s my problem, yeah, I got em My tire smokin when I stop Okay, nobody fuckin’ with me My accolades hang from my neck Pedal, I drown in the heat My sapphires drown in my sweat White mags, but I jet Jackson, Im savin the streets Im Roger Rabbit in the air I dont care, Big Willie Style, yeah Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah I rose my rate, brand new brakes Why I name it Slater? Ask my date I got rockets on the back Of my BMX bike And my heart does wheelies when the Light hits your pale skin

Most niggas think Im redundant Because I like to take my shopping sprees out in London I go to the can I go shop in Japan A diamond black card I get as much as I can, man My set of chains seems so real Imagination change the way that it feels Cause its soft Ice Creams and Dunks My girl rock Louis Vuitton pumps youd ask how much it costs My nigga I go hard, I rock Goyard, Supreme- oh God Thought I had to wear black just to kick bush Till a mechanic button pushed me just to get pushed Niggas know Im a teenage millionaire Got Polos to match every color Care Bear I get fit with Ralph Lauren, white tees is borin Thats why I rock the best My nigga get fresh Im color coordinated Man I color coordinated this so He is color coordinated Yeah, all white Polos, self titled jeans Philiano Burtono, dog on everything Ya boy Philiano is OTC And as a boy Id shop out this country Ya boy Philiano got his own clothing Whats the name of it? Its named after me You aint gotta stay tuned, this aint a cartoon Son, where in apartments Burtono, its coming soon Red, white, blue, thats so fresh Black on black, you look like a mess The funny part about it, Im so funny Im so fresh to death, I sweat money I love it, chillin in the public 300 bucks for the Rock & Republics I dont know, but Im not the best I stay, Im just tryna impress But just get fresh I go to Beverly Hills for perfection Just so I can scope out the new Polo Hanson My own clothing gives me an erection I like to jack off to my own clothing Nigga, check my wallet and see how much Im holding A new Bathing Ape t-shirt Im unfolding Cuffed pants, Bloxhead main attraction Where my jeans now have a creative reaction When my jeans get ripped up from my crew Probably because my new printing label look blue Orange, yellow, green, pink I got fits My closet has thicker silicone than Lil Kims tits And as you could tell Im on a mission Cause I got more True Religion than a Christian Im rockin in public, Banana Republic You rockin Akademik jeans? Im rockin Rock & Republic Papers with Os on the check, T-Shirt with Vs on the neck, my flow is sicker than AIDS patients havin sex And you know whats next, Im one of the best Yes, Im not even gonna tell you the rest My nigga get fresh Oooh, yeah

I got guns in the fucking pan Hit the band, nigga AK-47 in the land, hit the dance, nigga I dont got plans, I just go, go Like the Roadrunner, wheres the coyote? Its Rocky and T, yall aint fucking with me Please, had niggas singing like, Stop, like its Glee Nigga chill Im real, Im ill Im sickle cell Wait, hold on, hold on, let me hit em with some soft shit Hey, beautiful girl You already know we keep it triller on the side Got my nigga T on the side Got the Caddy, thats the ride Fuck that nigga, you gon die I dont play

Check, I spit the flows and I got a bunch of hos You be sucking dick, I have several bitches without a nose They be sniffing coke All this that I spit and I wrote last night when I fucked a black dyke I ride skateboards and ride pink bikes Actually, Im lying Im still on strike That equals three but I have four wheel Actually, I have asthma so I popped four pills Im rolling down four hills My girlfriend name is Smith and she has a dick And I give it kiss she has herpes on her lip Her herpes on her herpes on her herpes on her lip 90 percent of you niggas want this beat 90 percent of niggas want this beat But I wont give em meat, cause I want peat Cause it looks like my mothers feet And thats a bunch of corns Im a horn dog You should meet my dad he always feed me a corn dog No homo though I got a Louis Vuitton dildo With Bathing Ape camo And ice cream, get it ice cream Naw Im just playing I got a lot of nice things Its, can you get the Ape Ice cream boutique yeah your bitches love the tape You cant fuck with it 300 for some cake Im a rich prostitute 300 for some clothes Got a lot of hoes, flows ohs Spaghetti and Os All you niggas hating Shout out to Casey Veggies Customized Greatly Customized daily Actually, I just had a threesome with Alicia Keys, Common, Kanye West, and Carson Daly And I be in Carsons Daily You like this Trying to ask a nigga when I could join Christ list Nah im lying I got Odd Future So actually Im used to A lot of things that I have like a dingleing Fuck rapping, fuck beats nigga I can sing A motherfucking song Kind of like seeing a one year kid in a thong thats, like, wrong Rongy dongy dingy dongy Having sex with a fat bitch that doesnt like dingy dongies But she like my dingy dongy stinky Here show you my motherfucking dick yellow like Twinkies But she could eat it with white stuff in the middle Hmm, put it in my dads ass and it tickles So he giggles and Im kind of like the wiggles when I wiggle, no homo

Most niggas think Im redundant Cause I like to take my shopping sprees out in London I go to the can, I go shine in Japan A diamond black card, I get as much I can, man My seven chains seem so real Imagination changed all the way that this feels Cause its soft Ice creams and ducks My girl rock Louis Vuitton pumped you asked how much it cost My nigga I go hard I rock Goyard, Supreme, oh god Thought I had to wear black just to kick Bush Until a mechanic button pushed me just to kick push Niggas know Im a teenage millionaire Got polos to match every color Care Bear I get fit with Ralph Lauren, white tees is boring Thats why I rock the best, my nigga, get fresh Im color-coordinated Get fresh Theyre not color-coordinated They need to get fresh We just color-coordinated Its fresh Yeah, all white polo, self-titled jeans Filliano Burtono, dog, own everything Your boy Filliano is OTC And at its worst, I shop out this country Your boy Filliano got his own clothing Whats the name of it? Its named after me You aint gotta stay tuned, this aint a cartoon Somewhere far Mr. Burtono is coming soon Red, white, blue, thats so fresh Black on black, you look like a mess The sunny part about it, Im so funny Yeah, Im so fresh to death, I sweat money I love it, chillin in the public Three hundred bucks for the Rockin Republics I dont know, but Im not the best I stay, I dress to impress, but just get fresh Im color-coordinated Get fresh Theyre not color-coordinated They need to get fresh We just color-coordinated Its fresh I go to Beverly Hills for perfection Just so I can scope out the new Polo Hansen My own clothing gives me an erection I like to jack off to my own clothing Nigga, check my wallet and see how much Im holding A new Bathing Ape t-shirt Im unfolding Cuff hands, block sip and attraction With my jeans now I have a creative reaction All my jeans get ripped up from my crew Probably cause my new purple label look blue Orange, yellow, green, pink, I got fits My closet is thicker than silicone and Lil Kim tits And as you can tell Im on a mission Cause I got more True Religion than a Christian Im rockin in public, but not in Republia You rockin Akadema jeans, Im rockin Rockin Republic Paper with Os on the check T-shirt with Vs on the neck My flow is sicker than AIDS patients havin sex And you know whats next, Im one of the best dressed Im not even gonna tell you the rest, my nigga, get, fresh

If I want it, you got it, then Ima get it, get it If you aint hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it They think Im lost, but they really dont know Im on my way to the bank If I want it, you got it, then Ima get it, get it If you aint hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it They think Im lost, but they really dont know Im on my way to the bank They say actions speak louder than words, but they dont hear me, though Thats why I wont be happy til Im like stereo Everywhere he go, they be like, There he go! BrandUn DeShay on the mic, so here we go No time for the losers, we all-stars And aint nobody on the bench, dog, we all start About as peaceful as a hippie, but Ill spark Im serious, dog, Im in my prime like the Allspark And where the shell yall get yall videos, Cost Mart? A girl sitting on the grill like a Ballpark A bunch of niggas in packs like baseball cards Tricked out cars tryna ball in front of Walmart Im sorry, Im just no have got the memo Killing tracks in a Fascist fashion, thats my M.O Fly like the interceptor or just an INO Denied like the interception youre hear in N.O., yo.. If I want it, you got it, then Ima get it, get it If you aint hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it They think Im lost, but they really dont know Im on my way to the bank If I want it, you got it, then Ima get it, get it If you aint hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it They think Im lost, but they really dont know Im on my way to the bank Right now, I aint ish, but Ill be thee ish So though I ate ish, youll still eat ish And soon, so be quick, dont eat turds Instead, eat your own words like hors doevres Get it? Now thats served Im the best man like your best friend Im in the air like a kegstand Grounded like kickstand, no bull like Estan Im a beast like the blue X-Men Check the plantiff, they claim that I murdered the beat with no stainless Shoot, I just hopped on the track, Im so aimless Haters try to pay me no mind, theyre so brainless Dangerous wack rhymers The five-seven, eight-niner, teenager, space rhymer Showtimer, headliner, flow speed red-liner The old soul, crate digging like a gold miner New jack, coolest cat youve seen since the snow tiger If I want it, you got it, then Ima get it, get it If you aint hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it They think Im lost, but they really dont know Im on my way to the bank If I want it, you got it, then Ima get it, get it If you aint hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it They think Im lost, but they really dont know Im on my way to the bank B, whats happening? Nigga fuck rapping Im in cell 1 and 2 because Im considering trapping 3 or 4 with some overweight groupies And a food stamp nigga and a motherfucking hoopdy But truthfully, Im hungry, these rappers is lunchmeat I laugh at AIDS victims, cold heart, fuck heat Fuck school, do drugs, holes with no magnum, kill everyone in the industry And drag them to the florist by the end of the chorus, so they can be alive in case My fucking verse is boring, bass in the stairs Stock shit like a share, Im a virus Having great dreams of fucking Miley Cyrus Bitches, I bag them, jeans, I sag them 7, 8, yall dont lay them straight, your nigga is fag them 9, 10, Im a motherfucking sin Turn this shit off before I say... Amen If I want it, you got it, then Ima get it, get it If you aint hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it They think Im lost, but they really dont know Im on my way to the bank If I want it, you got it, then Ima get it, get it If you aint hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it They think Im lost, but they really dont know Im on my way to the bank BrandUn DeShay Tyler, The Creator 16-Bit meets Odd Future I mean, we really gotta stop meeting like this, Ty Its not even fair to the world From now until forever

Now if I see it in my dreams Is it for real? Somebody tell me what it means Sometimes it aint really what it seems Cause this could all really be a dream Is it a dream? Is it a dream? Am I living what Im seeing in my sleep? Or is my imagination tripping off some weed? Is this all the shit I really need? In my dream, is this a dream? Will my dreams make it past here? Or will I always try to do better than last year? Im not afraid of what the future brings But this a dream, a vivid dream, its in my dreams I already see it in my dreams

What the hell?! Yeah... yeah, uhh Ride 7:30, arrive 7:30 Ride hella dirty, shades extra nerdy I heard it from a birdie, Blackberry I replied In the burb you heard me barter cash and get supplied I cut off their supplies, cause this a drug movement Crack music muhfucker this is thug music I hustle harder because this how the thugs do it I move smart decisions, you just STUCK stupid! Ace fuckin moved it, Vyron oddly looped it Fall in love with music like you struck by Cupid My hair is in your face nigga three pounds to it If the radio dont play my jam, they fuckin foolish Whats his name? Hes the coolest The paper and the pen thats what hell take you to school with Odd Future is his camp, tree strumps with a branch Where they lamp, and they chant, and they grant, when they ranked You with this certified stamp of the procedure Sick-ass music, now you niggas got fevers... Sick-ass music, now you niggas got fevers I do it for the Pasadena skaters, Pasadena lovers Pasadena haters, Pasadena mothers I do it for the Pasadena waittress, Pasadena music Its a Odd Future playlist, its a Odd Future playlist I do it for the Pasadena skaters, Pasadena lovers Pasadena haters, Pasadena mothers I do it for the Pasadena waittress, Pasadena music Its a Odd Future playlist, its a Odd Future playlist One verse is all you need for a fix Cause Im not throwing stones and sticks, Im lodgin bricks Im not a kid, but I can show you some Thatll have you in the mix like Twix, switch! I swear I hear em cheerin, I swear I know you hear em Oops I did it again nigga fuck your Brittney Spearn Im lookin in the mirror, and my visions gettin clearer I can smell the truth gettin nearer Reeboks black bag, Odd Future era Iller than cold beans spilled upon your fresh new fit We bangin in your ears with some fresh new shit Im a ass nigga with my music...

You make my earth quake Heart brake You make my earth quake, you make my earth quake, yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Yo, this Channel Tres Heart break Oh yeah Oh yeah Heart break You make my earth quake, you make my earth quake, yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Earthquake oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah, heart break Earthquake Oh yeah, earthquake Ridin around, oh yeah Dont leave, its my, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont, its my fault, dont Dont, its my fault, dont Dont, its my fault, dont Dont, its my fault, dont Dont leave, its my, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont, its my fault, dont Dont, its my fault, dont Dont, its my fault, dont Dont, its my fault, dont Earthquake Oh, you make my earth quake Riding around, your love be shakin me up And its making my heart break Earthquake Oh, you make my earth quake Riding around, your love be shakin me up And its making my heart break Its my fault Its my fault Well, its my fault that I just, I didnt convince you to stay Im realizing its my bad, you know? Its my fault These niggas is takin they own, these niggas is takin they time They tryna get they own Its my fault

Tyler, The Creator: Can you, I dont know if youve ever said this in an interview, can you tell them your theory, on how Ray J, has never taken an L? Vince Staples: Ray J will never lose, Ray J is the man, Ray J is probably top 5, hip-hop, West Coast of all time Peter Rosenberg: Why? Why do you feel this way, Vince? Vince Staples: Does Ray J not have hits? Peter Rosenberg: He has a couple hits Vince Staples: Ray J was the first Blood on a record that was certified. Have you seen the Kay Slay interview? Peter Rosenberg: No, what did he say in it? Vince Staples: So, without Ray J, there is no game. Centerview, first Ray J album, peep that out. I was just a youngster hanging on the 9 block. Okay? Tyler, The Creator: Its, its, its more facts like, he has... Peter Rosenberg: Facts, why, what you mean he never takes an L? He always end up winning? Vince Staples: You like Kanye West music dont you? Peter Rosenberg: Of course I do Vince Staples: You like Moesha dont you? Peter Rosenberg: Of course Vince Staples: You like VH1 dont you? Peter Rosenberg: VH1 is a great channel Vince Staples: Ray J has had a hand in everything thats current in black culture. Nigga disrespected the money team. Ray J was the first to hop up. Bro, everything that we love is directly directed to Ray J. Period Tyler, The Creator : This scares me Vince Staples: For the, for the, for the love of Ray J Peter Rosenberg: For the love Vince Staples: Love & Hip-Hop, Ray J. That was the name of that fucking song. I mean that show, period Peter Rosenberg: Woah, woah. Corey, can you work on getting a Ray J feature for this? Vince Staples: We dont need a Ray J feature, we not ready for nothing like that. We just need a cosign

Where the fuck this nigga at? Tell this nigga to hurry the fuck up Man, pick up the mothafuckin phone, Im tryna smoke, nigga What up, biatch?

Lyrics From Leak I can, I can, I can I can, I can, I can I can, I can, I can I can, I can Im there for the kids, Im tryin to live for them And Im tryin to change the script Sometimes, it just cant be did Im dead, lifeless, untold silence And I blame it on the system Cause it was never set up for us to win Manager, you look like you need a manager Someone that can handle ya Someone of my caliber Someone thats gon handle all your business tryna balance ya Deny, deny, yeah Deny, deny Dеny, deny Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Empty, please dont tеmpt me They wanna end me with the same knife that they tried to hand me I cant pretend, its Dont do forgetting But youre still forgiven, oh, baby Deny, deny, yeah Deny, deny, yeah Deny, deny But if I gotta sleep alone tonight I swear that my choice wont be right I swear that my choice wont be right When Im alone I- Too many options, too many problems You wanna be my hero and try to solve them But if I gotta sleep alone tonight I promise you she just mine for the night Whos to say that the choice will be mine? Whos to say that my choice will be right? Whos to say that my choice will be right? Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Most Id have mentioned our defense I got seventy in the Benz All the sun, caught the light, hold the line, golden line I been trying, I been holding by design I been made by the sun in the nightness Servin, I know youre another in design Yall made me the don Yall made me ya own, I think do ya own baby Ive been made, be in sun, got pain in it, no Go and pay for your loan, baby I feel your pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain I feel your pain

Yeah, yeah Uh, they, fuck Uh, yeah They ask me if Im Tyler, the nasty Nigga that used to be in seventh grade watching Degrassi But yall niggas and your whips with your rims and your hat with the brims rolling right past me But I could give a fuck less about what you doing Who you screwing, who you booing I got these bitches brewing in my gold pots You could see the Rolex, the gold watch See them gold but you wont stop Im in that bape shit, or that bathing ape shit That shit that make you my Superman hoodie is cape shit You on that fake shit, that true religion, abercrombie, postale, nigga my t-shirt is pastel My nigga I pass well Well passed, and I pass that fucking class well And when your bitch see me, she be like Oh my gosh, your so , man youre so swell Like Im so swole, this bape shit is so old, older than the ice cream shoes I have thats growing mold And they say Ace, youre genius I say I play piano, make songs, a big penis Cause when I have 2, listen to Neptune shit, Im never Mars or Venus, you seen this My 3D glasses still the cleanest, enis, anus, nigga you could paint this is a mutha fucking bush All you niggas running but Im still not in a rush and Im winning No races, but Im grinning Dont believe in God, but Im sinning He-man and she-man and he-man confused than Yall want the rims, but Im still chilling in the mutha fucking mini-van like What it do, what it do, fuck you, and your crew, OF to the death, nah Yall know I do bail, yall rep yall set until the death nigga this OF until, until And nigga thats real, and nigga Im raw, Im bigger than my boss the cold 86 degrees heat on need with your bitch screaming out my name gagging on her knees And nigga Im reed, eating mutha fucking ice cream reeses pieces Nigga Im the Im the shit, You could call me Ace, The Creator A.K.A. feces Im eating like a feces What the fuck is my problem! Im a let this one ride out tho Im a let the keys fuck with the drums A.C.E, OFM, Bangin on your FM, yes It was all a dream, now I got my own magazine, word up Im out, peace

You make my earth quake Oh, you make my earth quake Riding around, your love be—, me up And making my heart— Oh, you make my earth quake Oh, you make my earth quake Riding around, your love be shakin me up Youre making my heart break So dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault And it all comes crashing down, Ill need you Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone New magic, new magic, new magic wand Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone New magic, new magic, new magic wand Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone New— Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, whoop! I saw a photo, you looked joyous My eyes are green, I eat my veggies I need to get her out the picture, uh Shes really messin up my frame Shes not developed like we are Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone New magic, new magic, new magic wand Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone New magic , new magic, new magic wand My brother said Im on the spectrum Dont call me selfish, I hate sharin, baby This 60-40 isnt workin, uh I want a hundred of your time, youre mine Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now I wanna be found, passenger in your car You wanna be mean, boy, whoo! Shes gonna be dead, yeah, I just got a magic wand, uh We can finally be together, together, together, baby, uh Take one look in the mirror, implications so clear I live life with no fear, except for the idea That one day you will not be here I will not fetch the ball My eyes are green, I eat my vegetables But it has nothin to do with that broad But if it did, guarantee shed be gone, well I got a plan, bout to walk in the pen If you cant understand, Im a hawk Eyes on the prize, got weight on my chest That I need to get off Cant be in the picture if it got no frame Gon let the world know cause I aint got no shame Blow the whole spot up, cause I I wanna share last names, I wanna be your Not the other one, keep it on the low Im in my right mind, keep it on a high Janis Joplin spillin feelings, now Im out here moppin em Four on the floor, pack up your bags, we hit the store Grab our supplies, no need for masks, bust through the door Get the job done like retirement, I admit you look concerned, thats new magic wand

Ah, whatever goes around Eventually comes back to you So you gotta be careful, baby And look both ways Before you cross my mind Did you ever wonder, yeah, do you ever wonder? What he might be going through on his own, and The demons that hes facing alone I hate that sometimes I cant go home And it just aint the same on the phone, no But everybodys gotta go on, dont they? Yes, we do, baby So if you need a hero Just look in the mirror No ones gonna save you now So you better save yourself And everybodys hurting Everybodys going through it But you just cant give up now Cause you gotta save yourself Yeah, gotta hang on, baby The sunll come out, nothing good ever comes easy I know times are rough but winners dont quit So dont you give up, the sunll come out But weve been struggling endlessly Someday well find the love Cause after the storms when the flowers bloom Kali, what you mean? I take it offensive Cause Im the hottest flower boy That popped up on the scene Feeling better, better than ever Cause your umbrella, -brella Sun is beaming on me like headlights beaming on Bambi Now lets pretend the street is the room And you are a Camry, cause you drive me candy The Tito to my Randy, now lets produce some thrillers My chocolate wit yo vanilla, uh The sunll come out Nothing good ever comes easy I know times are rough But winners dont quit So dont you give up The sunll come out But weve been struggling endless days Someday well find the love Cause after the storm... I know its hard But did you even really try? Maybe you could understand When all you had to do was ask And just open your mind When everything is passing by And all you had to do was try Yeah, all you had to was try Try, try, try, try, try And all you had to do was try Try, try, try, try

Im your motherfucking father, faggots Plus Im your motherfucking faggot father Plus Im a fucking faggot that fucks you and laughs it off till Im fucking your asthma problem And thats some drastic motherfucker karma so pop an acid tab Cause thats exactly whats up with you fucking faggots, you punk To your fucking statements covered by these fucking magazines All perked in our basements, til cunts just think that nothing matters And youre wasted and smack the fuck out Rihanna Guess thats what you get for your slut persona Thats what the world wants, a girl cunt that talks about how much she wants to Im about to blow my motherfucking brains out Because its cool, cause its true, plus I want someone to fucking listen And this is pretty much the only way youll pay attention Which is retarded if you think about it. But why think about it? Why just knock it off your rocker, fuckin drink and shout at Whats wrong with the world so you can learn some shit you think is outlet Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris music Keep pumpin your fuckin fist to this bullshit Piss on the flag that has nurtured you Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb shit Loose on the run from the fuckin law that shoot your guns at Cause youre the fuckin gangster you claim to be arent you? Too fuckin dangerous and harmful for just one statement or lawsuit This money and labels painted across you But thats not gonna make us remorseful

I’m programmed to smoke grams of the indica hemp Me and my girl in our own world as we sit on the bench Thinking about past times ‘cause the presences a gift Lesser? what we wanted to give bigger because stress is a bitch And I know you wanna run the way until you forget About me and what we had together that we have regrets I wish there was a button on this game so we could reset I never wanted space but we don’t know how to eject And for the record, I ain’t trippin on these other niggas ‘cause there aint shit another man could ever discover with her And understand I’m a man so you think quicker I think liquor till I’m sicker so we biquer Trouble and stumbling over the gals curves And you muttering and cussin pretty lips foul words My negative active reactions are embedded Me and my rootly fetish and you cruelly taking credit

H, B, yeah! Our letters divide as we differ, differ like a high over liquor Shot glass or bong, which one hit me quicker? You made me turn before, you should hit the flicker Unless you want a bumper car fender bender I know Im guilty but Im not from the surrender gender I was introduced to the world in November - send a Rose in the mail love written on the petals Picked out the concrete, in the middle of the ghetto She make me rage like Im listenin to techno Had no insurance cause I paid for the gecko My past made my future, the reason no regretful But not for her, she the one that made me special Im from the bottom, shorty from the middle middle class Was a pot of gold, had me on the Skittle task If she want something, she dont forget to ask Because I put her first, all the other bitches last Girls on my left girls on my right But theres only one thats spendin the night And its you its you Its you its you Girls on my left girls on my right But theres only one thats spendin the night And its you its you Its you - GIRL, its you I can say that I met you on accident, its the truth B Caught a stutter in my tone when she introduced me Your shirt tight, purse white, Gucci Im her type, shirt white, sag pants loosely She got my duck duck goose see Out in the pu-blic, girl Im actin goofy Popcorn and chips, go with the movie Kiss you while we in the store, I dont care who sees Three As, two Bs, two Cs Cs stand for credit, and I get extra She give me more of what the haters get less of I hop off the tour bus and never a next-up She stay in the with me like Drive me around, cause she sweet like nectar Im complimentin you, girl its not a lecture Im happy you let the Boogeyman getcha Dont rush it, its early, theres crust in your eyes But surely, I notice, the lust in your eyes Girlie, I know you had enough of the guys Start with HB, dont be trustin the lies Do you wanna spend the night? Do you wanna spend the night? And fall in love Do you wanna spend the night? Do you wanna spend the night? And fall in love Do you wanna spend the night? Maybe you can even be my wife - just for tonight Do you wanna spend the night? Girl you can spend the night, tonight

I want to apologize first and foremost That donkey on me cause of the clothes in my wardrobe I got alot of butter, spread it on more toast I seem to catch groupies when I rock more shows Youre scattering and screaming when im running away I run for the future when it runs for today I run for the money, I be chasing the hay And hay is for horses, and in way im am so in a differences between What dont matter and whats important Through out the backward ecstatic and extortion The ladies dont force him They are assigned to a mission, and Hodgy aborts them When I try to get past Theres more of them I Know you dont trust none of them Its all in your head be sure of them Because baby girl youre a cure for him You make him foraging Im Sorry, Im Sorry Im So Sorry, Well I Apologize For telling lies Look, I use to cheat in the streets Hotels and Suites, Cheat in the sheets Skeet on her teeth, Freak for the leap Then it leaks in the heat, he greets her when it meets She Ready, To pick up something heavy Slow your horses.STEADY.Before you hop up in the Chevy I wanna be faithful For your love im grateful But its hard and hard, you can relate too When the girl be begging on Getting in my head egging on Im waking in the bed with thongs You ringing on my doorbell, DING-DONG They better get gone on the double Im already in trouble And if you open the door, you bursting all bubbles I swear I wish I never cuddle Cause from the bottom of my heart, I Love You You know baby, I really apologize, im sorry for everything I done But these women they be on me I cant help but look the other way I mean its hard to look the other way, If you understand what im talking about But, imma do my best to keep you Im Sorry

All of you negative motherfuckers should look to me as inspiration. Im 23 fucking years old and I built a fucking monster and Im not ever gonna fucking land. Stop being scared and negative. Start believing in yourself and stop living for all these other fucking idiots. Some of yall should put that fucking blunt down and go do what the fuck you know you need to do. Do it for yourself. I believe in everyone because I believe in myself. Fuck reaching for the stars, thats setting a limit. Fuck those. Some of you dont like yourself. Some of you arent comfortable with yourself. Thats so fucking sad. Stop that shit. Some of you cant. Thats why yall ask for likes on Instagram and shit, because yalls self esteem is so fucking low. Cut that shit out and start liking yourself. When that happens, you will start trusting yourself, then you trust your ideas, then you fucking become that person you really want to be. If you dont have any confidence, let me be your fucking confidence Im gonna be a fucking great years from now and I fully believe that and fully do not care about anyones opinion on why Im not because I know. Start smiling more and start hanging around people that makes you feel good or make you want to be better. Stop associating with losers. If a nigga only hits you up to smoke or drink or turn up and have nothing else to offer to get you where ever you think about being when you are alone daydreaming, then get the fuck away from them. Time is going by so fast and before you know it, youre gonna be on your deathbed telling stories about how much you sucked and how you regret not living the life you wanted to live, loving the people you wanted to love, taking the chances you wanted to take. THERE ARE NO RULES. FUCK THE RULES. GO. FIND YOUR WINGS. I FOUND MY WINGS AND IM STILL FLYING AND I WILL NEVER EVER LAND. Some of you have to find yourself. I knew who I was at like age 10. I knew the music, I loved the colors, and I knew what I was into. Most of you listen to what ever is hot or what your friends like, yall dress how everyone else dresses, yall do what everyone else does. FUCKING STOP BEING A FUCKING FOLLOWER. Read the comments, the weak ass follower that will never make a difference ever because they fucking suck are gonna say some shit like easier said than done or you are a hypocrite or you changed or some stupid shit like that, because they are the weak fucks that Im talking about and they cant cope with it, cause they are scared. DONT BE SCARED I dont know why Im typing this. Im on a lake on vacation just drawing and listening to music and I just realized, Oh wow! Im on a vacation for no reason, this is crazy. Ive dreamed of this. How did I get this far? Oh yeah, by trusting myself and not following the path that my mom wanted me to go, and by surrounding myself with other people that wanted more out of life and trusted my wild ideas, and I put my art out there and people liked it and trusted me, and now Im here. I guess what Im trying to say is that I want everyone to win. I want everyone to smile. I want everyone to be in a good mood and annoying and always jumping around like me cause Im so fucking happy and grateful, but I realize niggas is scared. Or who knows, maybe Im just a special one. I dont know anything. Im in the woods and I really want to meet a moose in person. If I see one Im gonna get a photo. Hahahahahaha. Oh, and RACISM IS FUCKING WEAK AS FUCK ANTI GOLF BOYS. This saturday, there will be another fall/winter drop from GOLF. Love you. Today, I want you to find your wings

Yeah TTDD yall Hot fire Ooh woo woo woo woo woo wow wow Ooh woo woo woo woo woo wow wow Yeah I saw you at the mall just the other day I was walkin you was walkin the other way I said girl Come over here whats yo name, whats yo number You hesitated to give me those seven digits I said give me your number biznitch Or we gon have so muthafuckin issues I might have to hit you Woo woo woo woo woo wow wow Ooh woo woo woo woo woo wow wow Ooh ooh oh I saw you later At the movies lookin good, Imaginatin After the movies we saw Each other in the mall I said hey chick Whats yo address You gave me a stinky face I said whats the deal bitch? I got this pistol Pow Pow Leave you in the dust hoe Yeh yeah yeh yeah yeah I was Walkin at her Cheek Thats when I I saw her Feet Girl TTDD One more time for me Ooh woo woo woo woo woo wow wow Ooh woo woo woo woo woo wow wow Tyler, Taco, The bomb, Domo Love in da mall Uh yeah this to all dem bitches out there The bomb is fucked With the EBT cards Swag that shit out brotha Odd future! Dot dot dot dot com! Dot dot dot dot dot com!

Skate park til the days dark Then its Roscoes with the whole fucking G Olf Wang Wolf Gang same thing just the Gs off Sick fuck I got mini germs I feel like Adolf Aye, Yall motherfuckers thought I was gone fall off Sorry, future brighter than what Stevie Wonder aint saw Aint yaw jaw hurting from the hate, naw? Ah fuck it mate... and my balls still aint drop pause Sick... Spittin like the motherfucking droolin Ear to a sea shell listening to Frankies new shit Whos this motherfucking crew bringing cool back To the rap bake sale makin all the cake back Made about one zero zero zero zero eight stacks In a whole different fucking country where they hate rap And they say Hey black, can I get my kids back? You brain washed them with all that triple sixty six crap

Ha ha ha ha! Welcome, every-fucking-body To the Odd Future, Radical {YOU FUCKIN BITCH!} Starring Tyler the Creator, Hodgy Beats Left Brain, Earl Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis Mike G, and lastly, Japser the Fucking Dolphin {THATS RIGHT BITCH} Odd Future everybody We want to welcome all the doo-doo mamas and all the bastards And everyone else for coming out tonight This is going to be a great experience And we want yall motherfuckers to buy popcorn {JACKASS THIS EFFIN SUCKS} So please, enjoy this motherfuckin show {SHIT!} If you have children with a motherfuckin heart condition Please take them motherfuckers home Cause it is a lot of cursing and dont give-a-fuckness goin on Now - for all my Odd Future crew out there thats uh backstage I just uh, I just wanna know whos gonna start this show

Lyrics from Snippet my song But you could be my boyfriend every day I know that I can seem bizarre But you should be my- pajamas on my head I just wanted someone to talk to whenever I Feelin alone Its not like its hard to watch you

Oh, I got that Alexander the Great type imperial flow Butterfingers, Im droppin bars like my signal is low A car full of Os, lookin like a cereal bowl He hear me everywhere But I aint stereo though I hear they waitin for my downfall They talkin again Shit, I tell em fall back like its Autumn again I know they waitin for my reply But thats all that youll get I got my mind on bigger shit Tell em adiós then Im doin this for the niggas before me Lifes a bitch, but God forbid that that bitch divorce me Fuckin with these AND1 hoes, they quick to cross me They found out the hard way I guess they lost me Im feelin quite bossly now I dont need love Walkin on air with my feet up A thousand feet up Ive been telling them speak up. Cause the money talkin Its kinda hard to hear with all of these hundreds talkin Everyday I be shinin Ask the weatherman Now its girls on my jock like a letterman Im just doin it the best If that means I do it better than Well fuck it, whatever then All day, branDun DeShay Im chillen with the homies Real talks, real conversations Most yall speakin on what girl that nigga datin I only speak to her if she say she facin I hope she aint got braces Make her keep goin till I tell her she amazin Casey keep spittin Got these hatas walkin mazes I used to play games Now Im playin for the payment Born in 93, but my girl from the 80s Had to say it again to em Lot of niggas tried to stop me but I ran through em Lot of niggas didnt believe I waved my hands to em Now everybody know exactly what the man doin Grown man music Pump it loud, go ahead and make a grand to it I just grab my pen and pad and let my hands do it Its Odd Future till I stop You heard my first music Now when you come and see me rock Bring a hearse to it You niggas... Ignorant, Atheist, sound like a fuckin monster Tall, skinny, lanky Bucket fuck it, badass posse Cops with angel wings in Hell Where they discounted murder With the Devil, he was formal And some Polo and some Dockers Dancin with him, playin vengeance, Cyndi Lauper With some Crips in all red, like they playin Red Lobster My bitch is White Italian, and be exact Mobster is her father And hell kill me when he find out Im readin her Harry Potter, fuck him Im a demon, fill your daughter up with semen With Supreme embroidered logos Makin fun of homos cause its funny Tommy rugby Hilfiger screaming nigga with the Klux Im a fuckin Nazi with a condom, barely give a fuck Odd Future Wolf Gang Fuck Lame, 91 We hockey fuckin hogs and hit you with the Wolf Gang puck Trucks thunder, now shes in the trunk Wondering why shes bout to get rape and chopped up, lumber He said write a sixteen, but she was seventeen And Im only eighteen and that statutory rape And if you fuckin snitch on me I guess Ill make the great escape To have a date with your dead body And I cannot be late Might do a Ted Bundy I consider yalls a haughty If they find me at my home guess I gotta fuckin roam All alone in the streets, gotta hustle drugs for food Gotta sell beats for clothes if I really wanna eat Fuck You OFM bangin on your motherfuckin FM Fuck Tammy Fuck Tammy