I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me a demonĪnd a terrorist, God damn it, I couldn't believe itīan a kid from a country, I never fall, never timberīut you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody fuckin' with me Said I suckin' at your neck, like a hickey, boy I'm sicky I'm short of a sandwich, I'm peanut butterīoyce Watkins a faggot, please come and get me Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motiveĭon't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, nigga
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr.For your boy, I'm watching Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor. Where the money grow, and bodies burning. You bring the nooses, and a couple trees. And a couple owners, that's kinda German. Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers. They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling. ***** I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel. Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles. Wayne them *****es ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy. She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda. I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come. Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up. Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up. I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump. *****, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son. Middle finger blind so its ***** A-N-Y one. My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb. You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune. That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I. Got a four ten, of that same year I was born. That's that road head, thats a dream car. Got too much drive, need like ten lanes. When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne. For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000. This them golf boys, like them hot boys. I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni. That's Tunechi, homie master of ceremonies. I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat ***** like Shoney's. I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips. Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted. Niggas really *****in' thought that T lost it. I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room. I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors. He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard". Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God. I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn. Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck. And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup. #SMUCKERS TYLER THE CREATOR FULL#
Oxford want a full blown lecture from me. And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me. Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny. Every joke you tell just be extra funny. I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon. I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome. "Yeah my nigga", Its on, its on, its on, its on. I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?". I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'. I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em. You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me. They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me. But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding. 
Richer than white people with black kids. But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike. Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate. When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great. Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8. Put that *****in' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes. We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves. Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft. Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust. And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round. Cherry Bomb, the greatest *****in' album since the days of sound. And ***** your loud pack, and ***** your Snapchat. I clearly don't give a *****, say you could run that shit back. But you *****ed up as a parent, your child idol’s a nigger. Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber. And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it. I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon. Like a HIV victim, man nobody *****in' with me. A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot. Don't speak to me nigga, you not important. What's your name again? Nobody knows it. Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive. I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga. I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor.
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