TYLER THE CREATOR

TYLER THE CREATOR - Lucky Charms

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[Intro]

So many good reviews off of Bastard

I celebrated, getting masturbated by my pastor

Now he's in a plastic, on the kitchen table

Near a bowl of Lucky Charms and the newest Thrasher

[Verse 1]

When I say Wolf Gang, you say fuck that

Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt wraps

Fingers in the middle of bitches bodacious butt cracks

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Um, that's not a potato, give me my gun back

Before I blast bigger than pimples on Big Pun's back

Black fat bitches was washin' on my dishes

And using my large stick on her lips like my cum's chapped

I love jews but I hate faggots

And bitches who be nagging about me taking the trash out

I got a fuckin' can of whoop ass, who wants to pack it

Going ape shit in the newest bape straight jacket

With six dicks of chap stick, sticking in my black lips

Six sippie cups full of sick shit enhancements

Wolf Gang spit right

Ain't been this much fuckin' crack rock music since free way had flip side

So get low, lower than a ditch

I'm with some retarded bitch, hoping she know how to kiss low

They know, I'm the clinic's aid and I'm sick

So they clap for me kinda like a herpe on the lip

With some tutor bitch, tryna tickle wetback hooter this

Bitch acting I still did not know with it

Until I put this cock on, the end of clitoris

Fucking this game I used this shit as spit as lubricant

So who you with? (Umm, fuck)

I got this fuckin' gun, you better say yes you stupid bitch

Before you lose your wrist and rich make you do some dick

I'm fucking crazy, well I guess I am if these shoes will fit

Fuck the Key club, they wanna ban 'em

I got fucking fans from Compton to Montana

To Indiana, where deaf dwarfs still don't understand 'em

Because yelling at midgets is like me beefing with Brandon (Fuck him)

Stomp 'em out, with these crab ass Nikes

Make it look like some slob, scribbled all on his white Tee

Invite me, come on, you got a better chance to getting Shake

My dad and Earl's motherfuckin' momma to like me (Bitch)

Animals is farming you, patrick this is barnacles

Said he gave Ace a spongejob at the carnival

And Spongebob got his head knocked from the piss that Ace got

Nigga's soft as baby cock and the cotton swab

[Verse 2]

This that fuck music, put your shit and fuck to it

Shouldn't give one when your bumping in the trunk to it

Grab a couple gats, stuff 'em in your backpack

For show and tell day screamin' "fuck students"

Locate the bitch that didn't wanna give you kiss

Then get her tits, then use your fists to add a couple loves to it

Shoot the faculty for taking hats, you stupid butts

Skip the music teacher and the janitor you real cool with

Continue this procedure until lunch is through with

Go home out the back like a scared student

Keep a low pro, until you on your block

Then you just make it home in time for new news brief at 2ish

Stuck at all this bible study, shit is not fun

Me and wolf gang go jump nuns for hot fun

Playing with the bell when shots heard, and cops come

But I'm still punchin' this bitch out, I'm not done

Sittin' in my room masturbating

Truthful, these lyrics are relating like my dad did

I make music for teenagers and bad ass kids

Bastard touched more boys than your local church did

Killing these niggas off quick

Don't believe then watch me empty out a full clip

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of Bastard you bitch

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