If this was a game
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I already know that I would come out winner
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And I'm not braggin', I'mma be in her
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But this bitch really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinner
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My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter
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Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper
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Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender
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But I don't give a fuck and keep her list'in like Schindler
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She's cute but her forehead's big
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Got stretch marks like she got four kids
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Her legs can't close like the four door hinge Bronco
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That O.J. killed the white hos with
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A wealthy white girl without the facelift
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Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
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Leave the bitch breathless, what the bitch don't know is that
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I'm a muthafuckin' sellout and a rapist
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Baby, you're an angel
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How 'bout we turn this into a fable of some sort?
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You already know you're dead
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Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course
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I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
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Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
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If this was a game
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I would be considered a muthafuckin' legend
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And I ain't tryna gas you up like Chevron
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But I'm high as fuck bitch, you really need to get on my leverage
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Now we're in the cabin, in the middle of uhh
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Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet
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Dreamy little bastard, I done ran outta luck so now
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It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit
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You're very attractive, and notice that
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My hat is always the color of cactus
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And I hang with wolves cause I'm an evil Bastard
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Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered
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Met you at my school, departed at my house
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Ended at your panties, started at your blouse
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Pushed you down stairs, I took a nap up on the couch
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If you wanted a date, don't come
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Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run
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You call this shit kids, well I call these kids cum
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And you call this shit rape but I think that rape's fun
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Wait now it's about eight somethin
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It's late and you stuck in my base-one
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Come downstairs with nothin' but a shoe string
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Yeah bitch this date's done
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Baby, you're an angel
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How 'bout we turn this into a fable of some sort?
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You already know you're dead
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Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course
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I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
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Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
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I like my girls how I like my drugs, white
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Lord, you're so pretty, lyin' in my arms
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I just got one request, stop breathin'
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Blow
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Tyler, The Creator |