Tyler, The Creator
Steed Lord
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Jesus, somebody call my shrink
'Cause I think I'm about to have a fuckin' seizure, I forgot
Half this fucking verse, I'm guessing my brain have amnesia
Cause all my brain cells are livin' single like Khadijah
Rappin'? Stop it, open? Lock it
You n***as come short like fuckin' hobbits
I kidnapped the manager, then rob it
I joke a mothafucka' like Batman and Robin, then eat Baskin and Robbin
My girlfriend Islamic, make her eat my pork fork
Spoon in a room with pianos and balloons
A walkway with mushrooms, my girlfriend's a hippie
I bet I feed that motherfuckin' line like I'm Britney
You faggots is sissies, I'm shitty, y'all pissy
I run this shit, how the fuck you n***as skip me?
Even emo bitches want to slit me
I'm a bass drum, kick me

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
Yeah
Me and Ace, The Creator go harder
Farther, same little n***a, so you should call me your father
Stay givin' lines, edge 'em up like a barber
Always got something to say, like Barbara Walters
Lemme get you high, like you're hittin' a blunt
My name shall ring bells in Black History Month
And, though I ain't old enough to be hittin' the club
Like cheapskates hate it, she'll be givin' it up
They hate to say my name, like [?]
Wait 'till we blow up like Afghanistan
The flow, I just gotta last long, like marriages
If you ain't talkin' money, sound funny like
Africans, yeah, so they don't like us
'Cause I'm the shit like what you put in diapers
And, keep it rollin' like brand-new tires
An all-time high, no n***as can climb us, unh