Album Cover Tron Cat

Tron Cat

Tyler, The Creator

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Satan′s getting jealous of the wolves

The demons say they preferring us

Books on not giving a fuck, is what they referring usWolves I know you heard of us, we're murderous

And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us

You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head

Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads

While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead

Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby

I′m not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist

I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit

And brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter

Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox

Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category

Torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store

This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore

That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours

(Umbrella) I hate this, screaming fuck patience

Got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking Haitian

After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went

I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick

I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose

Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose

She running around this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose

Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops

Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one

Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system

Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome

You got a fucking death wish, I′m a genie it′ll get done

Nice to meet you but it's more pleasant to eat you

With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup

Bitch I′m Tyler the Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches

Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker

Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her

In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang ride around deeper

Take her to Ladera now she's scared and you′re embarrassed

Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands

Put her eyes in the canteen, take her to the Berrics

Stare at Steve say it costs ten to fuck Eric

Put her in the lake, her body sinks great

Now it's time to fish her like Derek

Satan says we′re dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust

Snuff and sniff, now that Michael Jackson's trying to suck our dick

Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleading squaders

Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer

They will never catch him or catch up

They asked me what it was I told them fuckers it was ketchup

Nutty like my chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum

Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up, yep

This the type of shit that make children break in apartments

When you tell a fucking orphan you don′t love them until they heart thin

Starve her until I carve her then I shove her in the Rover

Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson′s disorder

Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland

Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossing the border

I'll be the only wetback who ain′t really touched the water

Cause I'll be too fucking busy trying to flirt with Jesus′daughter

(Fuck Mary) I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins

Sicker than the starving Nigerian kids barfing

Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah

With your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister

Evident that I′m the shit, I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick

I got these cracker doctors saying yeah Bob, this nigger's sick

Animal safari, if I offend you I′m sorry

Because I′m the blackest skinhead since India Arie

I don't smoke weed so no need for the matches

I said fuck coke and now I′m snorting Hitler's ashes

I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma

Being the only bastard in a box logo casket

Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob Sagets

In some Kanye West glasses screaming out "fuck faggots"

Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad′s dick

Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic

What the fuck?