文本歌词

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