I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders
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I give a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent
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At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxin' at Happy Camper
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It's the fuckin' financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxin', I'm taxin'
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"Fuck 'em all!" I'm chantin', don't complain I'm just rantin'
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Fuck ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariot
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I'm a liar like Carrey in "Liar, Liar"
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I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, Cable guy like Larry
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Peter Pan in my youth, fucking fairies
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I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste
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Fuck it, Odd Future some nazis, black nazis don't copy
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We perfect, you sloppy, huddled and slightly tacky
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Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet
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Screw you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett
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Endotherms and jaguars, drug dealers and crackers
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Able students and slackers
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I'm backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93
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Escaping from concentration camps with a fucking girl born in a ramp
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That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that's VVS
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Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress
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With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny
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Sup on my hat like that motherfucker Frannie
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White, red-headed bitch reminded me of Annie
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She dyno like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me
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Fuck you bunches here, never disrespect my family
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That's for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie
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Wasted fuckin' youth? All you old niggas antiques
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We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from Randy
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Bitches like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy
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Motherfuckers wanna be Odd but you can't be
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Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot
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I guess I gotta be a fuckin' hand-me-down rapper
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From Los Angee area anytime I'm fuckin' landing
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Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track
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Them motherfuckers could never get rid of me
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Guess I gotta do a fucking song with Dom Kennedy
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Get these fuckin' hip hop bloggers to start feelin' me
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Because I'm seventeen, compose my own beats
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Lyrically I'm dope enough to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotine
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Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some fuckin' skinny jeans
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And follow in your footsteps like a motherfuckin' millipede
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Centipede, make songs about Gucci and cigaweed
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Jerk with my friends like it's some motherfuckin' little league
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No I ain't no fucking hipster, mister
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No I'm not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love me
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Collaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies, yo, yo
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I'm drivin' in a stolen truck, and I'm probably fuckin' drunk
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Wasted as fuck, can't walk it out, DJ Unk
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My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked
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(Shut the fuck up!) Who the fuck told me not to spoke?
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Fuck everybody here, everybody vanish, I'll manage
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Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwitch
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Everybody listening can suck my dick in Spanish
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Fuck you, faggot (Fuckin' Bastard)
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Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record
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I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period
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But um, I didn't mean to offend anyone, alright, I'm lying, OF
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Seven
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Tyler, The Creator |