[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator]
Skate park 'til the days dark
Then it's Roscoe's with the whole fuckin' G-olf Wang
Wolf Gang, same thing, just the G's off
Sick fuck, I got many germs, I feel like Adolf
Hey, y'all motherfuckers thought I was gonna fall off
Sorry, future brighter than what Stevie Wonder ain't saw
Ain't y'all jaw hurtin' from the hate, naw?
Aw, fuck it mate, and my balls still ain't drop, pause
Sick, spittin' like the motherfucking drool, and
Ear to a seashell listening to Frankie's new shit
Who's this mother fucking crew bringin' cool back
To the rap bake sale, making all the cake back
Made about 1-0-0-0-0-0 eight stacks
In a whole fuckin' different country where they hate rap
And they say, "Hey black?" can I get my kids back?
You brainwashed them with all that triple-sixty-six crap