[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
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After filling my reputation of whore beaters
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Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
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Wanted four more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
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Then head to Thebe's house for some gymnastics
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Fantastic, I backflip on this beat B
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Cause we running shit like the Dingleberry's on four cheetahs
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Flow colder than Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
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Trashwang scratched inside the knucks
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Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit that up
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Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
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Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
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Move over the microwave and the cannabis
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Try to take the van and the whole band to Canada
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Fuck the block news and the venues, they can't handle us
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They can't stand us including fruits that Frank's channeling
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The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers
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But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is (fuck)
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Man, I suck now, I ain't still dope (nope)
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But Chris and Rihanna's fuckin' again so there's still hope
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Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's hair
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Y'all barely breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
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Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare
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Watch a nigga smile like five-year-old child
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I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile, it's
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Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may seem wild but
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That's just all the sherm I was burning a little while ago
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Don't let me get hold of that rifle
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Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
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Surrounded by them niggas that skate with a sick style
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And some freckled bitches with giant peaches that's vile
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They never did catch that rhino
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[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
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Squadron full of some lost souls
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Sergeant of all, it's autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
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Non-cooperative with his momma's wishes for college
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And coppers labeled a problem since paying for Damianos
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So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the foxholes
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Moral Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a Bronco
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Hopped right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
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Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
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Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
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Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
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Logo in the boxes, all my niggas hostile
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Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
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Bitches augmented stupid as the group is
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Only slightly, write precise to get a pussy nigga two chins
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Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruth's Chris
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Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips
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See, Lionel ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
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And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second season now
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Small fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded, coughing
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Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics barfing
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From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
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And teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang, nigga
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Sasquatch
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| Earl Sweatshirt |
