Earl Sweatshirt - Sasquatch Ft. Tyler, The Creator Lyrics

Earl Sweatshirt - Sasquatch Ft. Tyler The Creator Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]

After filling my reputation of whore beater

Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some gorditas (Um, that's good)

Wanted four more, ordered 'em, then eat 'em

Then head to Thebe's house for some gymnastics

Fantastic, I backflip on this beat B

Cause we running shit like the Dingleberry's on 4G

Then flow colder than Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)

Trashwang scratched inside the knucks

Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit that up

Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck

Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk

Move over the microwave and the cannabis

Try to take the van and the whole band to Canada

Fuck the block news and the venues, they can't handle us

They can't stand us including fruits that Frank's channeling

The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers

But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is

Man, I suck now, I ain't still dope

But Chris and Rihanna's fuckin' again so there's still hope

Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's hair

Y'all barely breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair

Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare

Watch a nigga smile like five-year-old child

I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile

It's Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may seem wild but

That's just all the sherm I was burning a little while ago

Don't let me get hold of that rifle

Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and Shaun Pablo

Surrounded by them niggas that skate with a sick style

And some freckled bitches with giant peaches that's vile

They never did catch that rhino

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

Squadron full of some lost souls

Sergeant of all, it's Autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole

Non-cooperative with his momma's wishes for college

And copper's label, the problems is paying for Damianos

So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the fox holes

Moral Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a Bronco

Hopped right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos

Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home

Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temper throbbing

Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription Oxy's

Logo in the boxes, all my niggas hostile

Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines

Bitches augmented stupid as the group is

Only slightly, write precise to get a pussy nigga two chins

Any stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruth's Chris

Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips

See, Lionel ball with Leonardo on the weekend now

And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second season now

Small fry got 'em seasons salty

Weed and coffee, ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics barfing

From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth

And teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang, nigga

Tyler the Creator - Awkward Lyrics

Tyler the Creator - Awkward Lyrics:

I was 16 when we first laid eyes
Scrawny little fucker yeah I was that guy
And you was down for the weekend
I was down for the greating
And your eyes the same color shit that jasper be chiefing
Couple freckles on ya noses
Roses made you blush
Gentleman I was like I wasn't tryna fuck
But it was my first offical date so I was stuck like
It was past curfew
And we was at the grove
And it was raining
And I had to be home
And then you grabbed my hand, talking about trying to get home safe
All I remember, was your motherfucking face... your face
I play in your hair

[Hook]
As you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
I feel like i’m floating in air, can't you believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man this feels like a dream because our lips locked, you officially put my feelings inside a ziplock bag

[Verse]

You gotta a nigga sprung, whenever I’m holding your hand and making eye can-tact I feel like the damn man
Cause even though I am and get round of applauses, I’m insecure then I start to think that I do not stand chance
But, moments, wish that I could own em or at least clone em because holding your fingertips is golden. I fucking love you.
I treat my problems like a bowling ball & I grip and keep holding on
Girl?

[Hook]
As you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like i’m floating in air, can't you believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man this feels like a dream because our lips locked, you officially put my feelings inside a ziplock bag

[Verse]

Wait, don't think this is going to work
Things got complicated and a couple feelings got hurt
I haven’t talked to you in a couple days,
I got too comfortable and started to think we were really a couple. But hey
Atleast it was time spent.
But by the time you will hear this you will know what these rhymes meant
But when you realize its awkward your names still my password, so i’m always fuckin reminded
You got a nigga sprung

Tyler the Creator - Cowboy Lyrics

Tyler the Creator - Cowboy Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr. Clusterfuck
What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck
Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up
Ain't been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace to (?), life ain't got no light in it
Darker than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe?
Trust my little dick is a'ight, twenty says I hit your wife
This is life,truthfully I just want to fly some kites
Grab Salem and Slater and go around, ride bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang rascals for the night
Skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
Nigga fuck it though, going hard as riggalo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple crackers hit the show
Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish bitch nigga hoes
That's how it goes; designing clothes, cats on everything, cats on everything
You think all this money will make a happy me?
But I'm about as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat
Everybody's sparking it yet I keep coughing
Can't keep calm in this spot top box and I get nauseous
Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading straight to the office
Pissed at Jasper because that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
See,I roll here on a mean unicorn
Green hat,Vans, Golf top with the team uniform
Tighten the kupris so I'm tying my bandana up
Sunk them like the Reds I forget it like Dan Manners cause
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
But when you're alone thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark light box and they start rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wish that they could skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the dead (?) we were biking it out
In a black hoodie,with a Arizona and a bag of skittles
Just to see what all to see what all that fucking hype is about
Now everytime you see a roach you think of me eh?
Because everytime I see one I think what his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day
I was with Whitney smoking Sitting at the dock in the Bay

[Hook]
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of Cheese
While my friends can't afford little pizzas from little ceasers
And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I don't feel bad when they not eating
(But you still treating us you punk bitch)
Wolf Haley got more methods than pink men
I'm never civil Fuck Lincoln
Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles
I'm okie dokie and loopy
And booboo nana and Caca
If you think I'm fucking KUKU
Try talking to my shrink then

[Outro]
(hey)
Bitch
(im right here)
Yo who's that?
Thats Salem
That's my girlfriend
You stay the fuck away from her alright?

[Hook]
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip

Tyler the Creator - Jamba Ft Hodgy Beats Lyrics

Tyler the Creator - Jamba Ft Hodgy Beats Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Papa ain't call even though he saw me on T.V., it's all good, (Fuck You)
But now my balls balls deep in this broads jaws, swallow girl, it's just nut
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(G, pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals, Noah's arking, (?) rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit popping like Peter's pores during puberty
And take bets on how quickly Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Shut Him Down!
You Gotta Shut Him Down!
Shut Him Down!

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I tumble crush on hudgy sluts, give money up then nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty when you touch his lunch
Like "What the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck," turn the fucking music up
So I can hear these stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "Who the fuck are you to us, uterus?"
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
You and her, crew on turf, new dessert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
Fuck a human nurse, I'm ill like (?), to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my lou
Get (?) of the (?), you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view, a visual woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids afterschool and give 'em drugs cause it's cool (Fucker)

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Shut Him Down!
You Gotta Shut Him Down!
Shut Him Down!

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little purple and pink
Get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You can smell us in places when we walk
And our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts and "What the fuck is this?"
I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relateI'm fucking faded like gradient
Shit I'm stuck like the tape that's superglued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist.
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm
Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit

Tyler the Creator - Wolf (intro) Lyrics

Tyler the Creator - Wolf (intro) Lyrics:

[Intro]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck everything else I can see
I know fuck you I hate you so fucking much
I'm crazy cause I think you're a fucking fag

[TC]
Sam the music sounds good man!
You've been practicing
Sam this is Wolf
He's new here
Wolf this is Sam
Sam has been at camp Flog Gnaw for a while
So he'll show you around while I fill out some last
Minute field trip slips
Alright
You guys have fun

[Wolf]
So you guys are into ja-

[Sam]
Look Wolf
Prairie Dog, Dontelle
Whatever the fuck your name is
We don't fuck with you
Or anybody else here
You stay The fuck out of our way
And we'll stay the fuck out of yours
Capeche?

Frank Ocean - Golden Girl Ft. Tyler, The Creator Lyrics

Frank Ocean - Golden Girl Ft. Tyler, The Creator Lyrics:

Darker times
They’re telling boulder heavy lies
Looks like all we’ve got is each other
The truth is obsolete
Remember when all I had was my mother
She didn’t compromise
She could recognize
Voodoo
Our daughters and our sons
Are just candles in the sun
Voodoo
Don’t let him see divide
Don’t you let her see divide
Voodoo
She’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit
He’s got the whole wide world in his pants
He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band
Then put the whole wide world on her hands
She’s got the whole wide world in her hands
He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

There’s somethin’ about you
I can’t believe I’m even talking to you, tellin’ you this right now
You’re special
I wish you could see what I see

She peels an orange for us in the morning
She woke me up to give me half
I can hear the children talk of ballin’
Like wildcats running on the grass, hey

You’re a girl on this island
I’m a boy from America
My flight leaves tonight, but I don’t think I’m going backwards
I won’t be going backwards

[Hook]
You’re my golden girl
You’re the one I’ve chosen girl
You’re 24k
You make it bright when it’s grey
You’re my golden girl
The sun has been kind to you
You’re 24k (Girl)
But the sky’s never grey (Never grey)

Silent moments, meditative focus
You break my focus, you make me laugh
Two mopeds racing through the forest
Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path

I’m my best on this island
I’m a mess in America
My flight left last night, but I know I’m not going back home, yeah
I’m not going back home, no

[Hook]

If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?
If we don’t have to live through hell just to get to heaven
I’mma stay right here with you
Til the hurricane comes, ’til the tsunami comes, I’ve found my girl

[Hook]

Um, you’re my G-O L-D E-N G-I R-L
And that’s for the females that can’t spell, but
Thanks for fucking with me
You turn my dark into light, you’re like a bucket of bleach
You see, I want you to know that
My negatives at home aren’t working for my Kodak
So that means that I don’t want to go back
Just know that I would like to stay here and hold that
Hand of yours, girl I’m a wreck in America
Your face is the best cause it’s the same color as the lace on my neck
And you’re golden, uh, your eyes open, fuck it
Let’s toast and listen to Michael Bolton
I free-fall off the hill again
Let’s see where I land, I’m like Gilligan
Um, I trust you, Golden, for what? ?
I’m just hopin’ that you don’t turn my neck green

Odd Future - Oldie Lyrics

At A Photo shoot , We Said Our Verses Into A Camera While This Song Was Playing In The Background. Why Not Release it. OFTAPE Vol 2 Out Now!!! Lyrics and Video below.

(Ft. Taco, Tyler The Creator, Hodgy Beats, Left Brain, Mike G, Domo Genesis, Frank Ocean, Jasper, Earl The Sweatshirt)

Odd Future - Oldie Lyrics:

[Intro: Taco]
Yo, Shout Out To Everybody That Worked On The Album
You Feel Me, Son? Yo, Shouts Out To Ty Dollas
Shouts Out To Hodgy Daddies, Shouts Out To Left Brizzle
Shouts Out To Domyon, Shouts Out To Frankie Ocean
Shouts Out To Syd The Dude, Shouts Out To L-Boy Awk

[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator]
Big Eared Bandit Is Tossin' All His Manners
In A Bag And Wrappin' Them In Seran Wrap Bandages
Tossin' 'em In Baskets With The Rest Of Those Sandwiches
So When He Says "Catch Up, Nigga" It Looks Like An Accident
Um, Flowin' Like My Pad Is The Maxiest
My Bitch White And Black Like She's Been Mimickin' A Panda
It's The Dark Skinned Nigga, Kissin' Bitches In Canada
Then Kicking All Out Like Mr. Lawrence Did Pamela
Put Her In The Chamber All Against Her Wilt Chamberlain
I Never Had A Reason, Nigga I Was Just Ableton
Not A Fuckin' Logic Contradictin' Dick Head
Flyer Than An Ostrich Moshin' In A Tar Pit
Semen Scented Cheetah Printed Tee
In That 'Preme Five Panel, I'll Repeat It For The Season
Previous Items In The Present
With The Normal Ass Past Like I Cheated On My Team
It's Me (Tried To Get That Nigga, But, Golf Wang)

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
To Have Some Type Of Knowledge That Is One Perception
But Knowin' You Own Your Opponent Is A Defeatin' Bonus
I'm Zeus To A Kronos, Cartilage Cartridge Is Boneless
Smiles Of Cowards In Lead Showers, Dead Spouses In Red Blouses
Children Who Fled Houses On Mustang Horses And Went Joustin'
I'm On My Robin Hood Shit, Robbing In The Hood
Whips, Drugs, Jewels, And Your Pet, I'm Stealin' Your Rings
Coke Diamonds And Your Vet, Soldiers Lace The Fuckin' Boot
And Salute Like The Troop When You Shoot You Gon' Poop
It's KillHodgy, Nigga, Stay The Fuck Off My Stoop
And Out My Kool Aid, Juice

[Verse 3: Left Brain]
Hodgy Got The Juice, I Got The Gin
Jasper Got The Henny, My Nigga We Get It In
Wolf Gang Party At The Hotel
I Call A Ho, You Call A Ho, And All The Hoes Tell
You Know Left Brain Need A Freak
I Need A Bitch To Go Down Like A Nitty Beat
Yup, Uh, And Her Ass Fat
Don't Be Surprised If I Ask Where The Hash At
Nigga I'm Tryna Smoke, Bitch Get Higher
Domo Where That Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout A Lighter
Still Bang Salute Me Or Just Shoot Me
Cause If You Don't Salute Me Then My Team Will Do The Shooting
Yeah My Nigga Ace Will Pull The Black Jack
The King Mike G Is In The Cut With The Black Mac
Living Like The Mafia, Bitch, Don't Get To Slacking Up
And If These Haters Acting Up, Throw 'em In The Aqueduct
Free My Nigga Earl, Yo, I Don't Really Ask For Much
But Two Bad Bitches In Front Of Me Cunnilingus

[Verse 4: Mike G]
What The Fuck Is Caution?
Often I Leave You Flossing And Cause Exes Next To Coffins
Lost In Translation, The Dreams You Chase
Got You Diving For The Plates Like You Stealing Home Base
That's Great, I'm Home Alone Dreaming Of Two On Ones
With Rihanna And Christina Milian, Bring It On
And Travis Is In The Closet Organizing And Hanging The Tramp
Three Lettermans That Ace Has Been Making Him
No Strays While We Catching Matinees, Huh?
I'm Getting Blazed Thinking 'bout Those Days
I Had The Top Off The GT3 Like Toupees
One Finger In The Air, All's Fair When Crime Pays
My Grand Scheme Of Things Is To Be Attached
To The Game Like Bitches To Their Wedding Rings
And You Don't Even Need To Look Cause We Gleam Obscene
In The Light, Ride Slow To My Yellow Diamond Shining
Like The Batman Logo Over Gotham, Rock LA To Harlem
If You Say "Get 'em Mike G" Then I Got 'em
One Man Squadron, Nigga I'm A Problem
From Briggs I Got Bars And Plans To
Pimp These Polish Bitches Into Pop Stars
Humanity Kills, We All Suffer From Insanity Still
And If I Said It Then It Is Or It's Gonna Be Real
OF 'til I OD And I Probably Will, Uh

[Verse 5: Domo Genesis]
It's Still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, Get Your Baby Mommy Popped
With My Other Snobby Bop, Do I Love Her? Prolly Not
Know Your Shit Is Not As Hot As Anything I Fuckin' Drop
Bitch I'm In The Zone, Stand Alone, Like Macaulay Cock
I've Been Runnin' Blocks Since A Snotty Tot
Big Wheel Was A Big Deal With The Water Glocks
Now I'm All Grown, Sing Songs Just To Give 'em Watts
Fire What I Talk, But Still Cooler Than An Otter Pop
Op Dom Neck Shit In Your Wish List
Mad Sick Shit, Mad Dick For Your Bitches
On Some Slick Shit, Your Mistress On My Hit List
And I'm Lifted 'til I'm Stiff Out Of This Bitch
Odd In Your Mothafuckin' Area
Blood Clots Give Me Five Feet 'fore I Bury Ya
Suicide Flow, Let The Big Wave Carry Ya
Tyler Got The Mask Like He Held Jim Carrey Up
And Fuck Your Team, Ho Nigga Wassup
Wolf Gang So You Know We Not Giving No Fucks
You Know Me Dog, I'm A Chill In The Cut So I Can
Cut It Short, Break It Down, Couple Pounds, Roll It Up

[Interlude]
Get Me A Persian Rug Where The Center Looks Like Galaga

[Verse 6: Frank Ocean]
Rent A Super Car For A Day
Drive Around With Your Friends, Smoke A Gram Of That Haze
Bro, Easy On The Ounce, That's A Lot For A Day
But Just Enough For A Week, My Nigga What Can I Say
I'm Hi And I'm Bye, Wait I Mean I'm Straight
I'mma Give You This Wine, The Runner Just Brought The Grapes
My Brother Give It Some Time, Morris, And Day
Course You Know The Vibe's As Fly As The Rhymes
On The Song, Cut And You Could Sample The Feel
Headphone Bleed, Make This Shit Sound Real
Used To Work The Grill, Fatburger And Fries
Then I Made A Mil And Them Psychics Was Liars
Now, How Many Fucking Crystal Balls Can I Buy And Own
Humble Old Me Had To Flex For The Fogs
Down In Muscle Beach Pumping Iron And Bone
Bumping Oldies Off My Cellular Phone
Yeah, Bumping Oldies Off My Cellular Phone

[Interlude]
Goddammit, This Rapping Is Stupid And It's Hard
Gotta Do It Over And Over And Over Again But Here I Go

[Verse 7: Jasper Dolphin]
Hey It's Jasper, Not Even A Rapper
Only On This Beat To Make My Racks Grow Faster
Got A TV Show, So I Guess I'm An Actor
Pot Head, Half Baked, Lookin' Like Chappelle
Rollin' Up A Blunt With That Fire From Hell
Still Ignorant, Still Hit A Bitch
Wolf Gang, Nigga, So I Still Don't Give A Shit
Catch Me In The Back With Miley On My Lap
Bong Rips As I Feel On That Little Bitch Cat

[Interlude]
Hah, Nigga Came Through With A 9 Bar Real Quick
Just For The Bitches, Little Bit Of Money In My Pocket
Fuck It, Wolf Gang

[Verse 8: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, Fuck That, Look, For Contrast Is A Pair Of Lips
Swallowin' Sarapin, Settin' Fires To Sheriffs Whips
(Whoosp, Whoosp) Fuckin' All-American Terrorist
Crushin' Rapper Larynx To Feed 'em A Fuckin' Carrot Stick
And Me? I Just Spent A Year Ferrisin'
And Lost A Little Sanity To Show You What Hysterics Is
Spit To The Lips Meet The Bottom Of A Barrel
So That Sterile Piss Flow Remind These Niggas Where Embarrassed Is
Narrow, Tight Line, Might Impair Him Since
I Made It Back To Fahrenheit, Grimey Get Dinero Type
Feral, Fuckin' Ill Apparel, Wearin' Pack Of Parasites
Threw His Own Youth Off The Roof After Paradise
La Di Da Di, Back In Here To Fuck The Party Up
Raidin' Fridges, Tippin' Over Vases With A Tommy Gun
Never Dollars, Poppa Make It Rain Hockey Pucks
And 60 Day Chips From Fuckin' Awesome Anonymous
Call Him Bloated 'til He Show 'em That The Flow Deluxe
Off The Wall Loafers, Four Loko, And A Cobra Clutch
Vocals Bold And Rough, Evoke A Ho To Pose As Drum
And Let Me Hit And Beat It With A Stick Until The Hole Was Numb
The Culprit Of The Potent Punch
Scoldin' Hot As Dunkin' Scrotum In A Folgers Cup
Or Nevada, Drivin' Drunk Inside A Stolen Truck
Shittin' Like His Colon Bust
Belly Full Of Chicken And A Fifth Of Old Petroleum
Supernova, I'm Rollin' Over The Novices
I'm Roamin' Through The Forest And Spittin' Cold As The Porridge Is
Stay Gold 'til The Case Closed And The Story End
Post Mortem Porkin' This Rap Shit And Record It
To Escort It To The Morgue Again, Lord Of Lips
Bored Of This, Forklift The Tippy Top, Best Under 40 List
Stormin' The Gate, Ensurin' The Bass
Scorchin' Ladies Motherfucker Sore In Torso And Face
Get At Me With Savages, Have A Pack Of Apache
Indian Pack Of Niggas Who Don't Give A Fuck If We Nasty As Flatulence
As A Matter Of Fact, Your Swagger Is Tacky
So See Me You Can't Like Crunchy Black Catchin' A Taxi
Back Like Lateral Passin'
With That Mothafuckin' Gladiator Manner Of Rappin'
As An Addict I Let Percocet And Xannies Relax Me
Fall Back If Your Paddies Is Maxi, Please

[Verse 9: Tyler The Creator]
OF, Shit That's All I Got
From My Bigger Brother Frankie To My Little Brother Tac
From That Father Figure Clancy To That Skatey Nigga Naks
Shredding Down 'Fax, Wolf Gang Run The Fucking Block
Storefront, Knee Tat
Book Cover Is The Same Lettering On Lettermans And Cotton Socks
And Grip Tape...and My Shoes
Um, I Was 15 When I First Drew That Donut
5 Years Later, For Our Label Yea We Own It
I Started An Empire, I Ain't Even Old Enough
To Drink A Fucking Beer, I'm Tipsy Off This Soda Pop
This Is For The Niggers In The Suburbs
And The White Kids With Nigger Friends Who Say The N-word
And The Ones That Got Called Weird, Fag, Bitch, Nerd
Cause You Was Into Jazz, Kitty Cats, And Steven Spielberg
They Say We Ain't Acting Right
Always Try To Turn Our Fucking Color Into Black And White
But They'll Never Change 'em, Never Understand 'em
Radical's My Anthem, Turn My Fucking Amps Up
So Instead Of Critiquing And Bitching, Being Mad As Fuck
Just Admit, Not Only Are We Talented, We're Rad As Fuck, Bitches

Odd Future - NY (Ned Flanders) Lyrics [ft. Hodgy Beats & Tyler, The Creator]

OF Tape Vol 2 coming March 20th. Lyrics below.

Odd Future - NY (Ned Flanders) Lyrics  [ft. Hodgy Beats & Tyler, The Creator]:

[Verse: 1 Hodgy Beats:]

Karl Malone bring challenge from the eight passes
Hodgy Long one of them bastards that were head bashers
Yeah we skate mental, but the meaning of a thrasher
Is the whiplash out that leaves you pussy niggas fractured
I need meds from a mental institution
Before my brain is revenged, feel the fingers shootin'
They caught him screaming in a twine of mental looping
Take the garbage out back
I pay the homage in fact
I throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clothes and their wannabe me clothes
Bitch I'm actually old
I spin like the couple we are
You're in between the pages
I'm 21 now but been running this fan squad for ages
Organic for breakfast
We raging on stage its twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for twelve gauges
I spit the plague and don't believe it be a pageant
I've seen you right there photos will take it then buy save it
Bitch

[Hook:]
(Lady speaking Spanish making fun of Odd Future)

[Verse: 2 Tyler, The Creator]
This that weed shit, hot shit pissed off custodians
Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiem
I'm rich bitch, jars of jelly and a jar of petroleum that I had used ???
I'm planning on firing with Clancy with that petroleum boy
You can't carry this gun Cannon Nickelodeon boy
My boy Domo higher than fat bitches sodium
And nuggets greener than the fucking can my Arizona's in
I'm sneaking in your kid's ear lobe
"Oh, no! It's him! Goblin!"
Dropped like the soap in the tub
Now I have have famous friends who like coke and them drugs
Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club
Jerry's trying to get a tug but it isn't paid enough
Now if he doubles it I'll tug it in the bathtub with bubbles
And a rubber ducky that I got on tour Kentucky with some groupies
Where I had got hooky with some sucky-sucky trust me honey bun
If you fuck me you gonna leave with runny nose
I be running in these hoes ain't nobody gotta know
No fucking fuck
Me