Tyler, The Creator
Nardwaur
[Intro]
These cunts don't know me, man
Umm, fuck the world, I'm a n***a, ha

[Verse 1]
Got a white horse on all my stables
Off my rockets, I'm on CATO
Young n***a is bout his pesos
I put holes in hoes like a fucking bagel
I'm bout my dough, so I'm baker
Like I stood in a pancake maker
Make a bitch shake, like it's bad luck
And you just spilled the whole salt shaker

[Verse 2]
Soy un coño
Dick be on ya
Don't make B mad, or I might uphold ya
Pants to make her prance, like I own a dancer
I'm lit up, ya'll like wax from candles
You ain't up on my level, I dismantle
Flippy flop, ya'll fucking flipped
I make a flipper, sandal, I wanna Fanta
And a girl named Amanda, like what

[Verse 3]
The "Human Krampus" making girl bands naked
I see through clear eyes, like my shit awakened
I don't give a fuck, if I was ever famous
I can take that fame, and stick it up my anus
April fools coming like a nutting clown
I pork a pig, and pin that pussy down
So to make some noise, and boost up the sound
I'll come out gay, just to joke around (faggots)
Fuck with beef, unless it's angus
I'm a crack open a bitch, like a fucking ankle
I'm a god damn king, you can get a banquette
Don't like cops under cover, that's a pig in a blanket
All this pussy I sever, all these n***as salty
But none that I see is pepper
She up to the my metal, like a zipper
I been told rappers, I don't fuck with niggers
I'm on this pedestal that I climb
I flip off future, so I can past time
None of these n***as, know of my mind
I don't need rap, cause I reason with a rhyme