[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
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Karl Malone bring challenge from the eight passes
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Hodgy Long one of them bastards that were head bashers
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Yeah we Skate Mental, but the meaning of a Thrasher
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Is the whiplash out that leaves you pussy niggas fractured
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I need meds from a mental institution
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Before my brain is revenged, feel the fingers shootin'
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They caught him screaming in a twine of mental looping
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Take the garbage out back, I pay the homage in fact
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I throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clones and their wannabe me clothes
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Bitch I'm actually old
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I spin ya like the cover we on
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You're in between the pages
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I'm 21 now been running these Fairfax blocks for ages
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Organic for breakfast
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We raging on stage its twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for twelve gauges
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I spit the plague, and don't believe it be a pagan
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I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan
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Bitch
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[Verse 2: Tyler The Creator]
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This that weed shit, hot shit pissed off custodians
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Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiem
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I'm rich bitch, and y'alls jelly as that jar of petroleum
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That I had used when I eloped with him and 40 Mormons
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I'm planning on firing Clancy, ain't no damn controlling him, boy
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You can't carry this gun Cannon Nickelodeon boy
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My boy Domo higher than fat bitches sodium
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And nuggets greener than the fucking can my Arizona's in
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I'm sneaking in your kid's ear lobe
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"Oh, no! It's him! Goblin!"
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Dropped like the soap in the tub
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Now I have famous friends who like coke and them drugs
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Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club
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Jerry's trying to get a tug but isn't paid enough
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Now if he doubles it I'll tug it in the bathtub with bubbles
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And a rubber ducky that I got on tour Kentucky with some groupies
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Where I had got lucky with some sucky-sucky trust me honey bunny
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If you fuck me you gonna leave with runny nose
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I be running in these hoes ain't nobody gotta know
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No fucking fuck
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Me
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NY (Ned Flander)
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All |