[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my d***, how does that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a s***, bend my r*****
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no b****, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this d***
Wait turn this up, b****, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a g****** picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a g****** n*****
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
In fact, get an Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
[Hook: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty,
I do Molly as (?),
Can't agree b**** I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, m*********a I'm great
Golf w*** prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
f*** I look like? Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the p**** on a b**** d***
Think I give a f***, I do, I go b****
And I bust in her jaw like (f*** that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than a (?) snapped on a (?)
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same d*** bus
Like "You're going to jail now!"
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a f***?
b**** Suck d***, m********* you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir, (?)
[Hook 2: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]
Yeah Buddy, (?), Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Golf w***, Golf w***, Go f*** You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why y'all so salty,
I do Molly as (?),
Can't (?) b**** im on,
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
How many f*** can a lightbulb screw?
Well if I has a d***, they be two's and sixes, (?)
NRA bout to lose my s***, shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich n****, huh?
A little Jergins in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, f*** lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, s***'s kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This s***'s so d*** embarrassing like...
[Outro]
Wolf: Oh s***, aw f***.
Clancy: What the f***!
Wolf: aw I'm sorry.
Clancy: Clean that s*** up, we're going to the office!
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my d***, how does that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a s***, bend my r*****
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no b****, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this d***
Wait turn this up, b****, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a g****** picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a g****** n*****
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
In fact, get an Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
[Hook: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty,
I do Molly as (?),
Can't agree b**** I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, m*********a I'm great
Golf w*** prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
f*** I look like? Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the p**** on a b**** d***
Think I give a f***, I do, I go b****
And I bust in her jaw like (f*** that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than a (?) snapped on a (?)
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same d*** bus
Like "You're going to jail now!"
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a f***?
b**** Suck d***, m********* you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir, (?)
[Hook 2: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]
Yeah Buddy, (?), Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Golf w***, Golf w***, Go f*** You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why y'all so salty,
I do Molly as (?),
Can't (?) b**** im on,
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
How many f*** can a lightbulb screw?
Well if I has a d***, they be two's and sixes, (?)
NRA bout to lose my s***, shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich n****, huh?
A little Jergins in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, f*** lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, s***'s kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This s***'s so d*** embarrassing like...
[Outro]
Wolf: Oh s***, aw f***.
Clancy: What the f***!
Wolf: aw I'm sorry.
Clancy: Clean that s*** up, we're going to the office!