[Intro: Dr. TC]
Tyler, we, uh, I, I know it's short notice, but I, I, I brought all your friends here
For some reason, I couldn't get a hold of Taco and Jasper
But, I just brought all your friends here to talk to you
Because they're, they're really worried 'bout you
And I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
It was all a dream, I used to read Complex magazines
When I rhyme, I'm tryna get pictures in High Times
Smoke trees and see my dreams hanging in the skyline
Swanton bomb off the bed into a fine dime
In my mind, I'm just tryna smoke the finest
And get high sticking bad heinas in vaginas
I'm the flyest when it come to this, fire when I come to spit
I am getting higher when the lighter comes in front of this
I'm a stoner, yeah, yeah, yeah, you get the picture now
Thirty-thousand feet gon' make it hard for me to simmer down
Another flight, another beat, another city, wow
Thus, another couple bitches crying when I kick 'em out

[Chorus: Domo Genesis]
Where we at? Where we at?
Where we at? Where we at?
We on top of the world, where we at?
We on top of the world, where we at?

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean & Tyler, The Creator]
And five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the park
I walked onto the block, met a guy, burgundy 'Preme snap-back (Wolf)
Hurling himself at cars, and flirting with blonde Cadillacs (Ah)
All was gray, all was gray, Frankie had the blues in fact
Bunch of pale hipster girls, pretty, but they booty flat
Teenage males, couldn't tell I was going through it
Had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Bimmer almost black
Parked in front the studio Bastard's recorded at
Earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, Left, Taco, Nakel
Sydney, Lionel, Juan, Michael, Jasper, Hal and Matt
Bet I'm missing several, but I had to bring that pattern back
We live inside a house that says "Fuck 'em" on the welcome mat
Deep inside the ear canals of Bill O'Reilly's daughter, that's where I'm at (Where we at?)

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Now, where we at? Where we at?
Ah, Wolf Gang, where we at? (Wolf Gang)

[Verse 3: Hodgy]
Swell motions get promotions, to my whole team
Hell, yeah, I smoke weed 'cause I like to go green
Professor Beats educates, niggas let me proceed
Shine chandelier bright might give you nose bleeds
We at Randy's ordering that 306
Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix
Me, your bitch is comin' along, yeah, she hum to my song
Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur
No longer, but we were in premature, immature
She's unsure, I'm for sure, blouse and dress and my shirt
On the floor then pick it up, out the door, door
Chased, an imaginary friend, a reverie absorption
Impregnate the dream until it has an abortion

[Chorus: Hodgy]
Where we at? Where we at? Where we–
We on top of the world, on top of the world
Nigga, top of the world

[Verse 4: Mike G]
Everything they say I'd never have, I'm seein'
Now, I bet they see that we ballin' like All-Star Weekend
Always been the most cool, they chase our shade
They say life switches pace when you got shit made
So I'm just tryna get paid, don't you remember the days
When your dreams were the only thing that kept you sane?
And too often they think that they could stop me
Now every show we makin' half a Maserati
And the only thing blocking me is paparazzi
Now it's gold Rolex's if they try to clock me
Everything stay in the box like fighters in hockey
Miss me if you're thinking we slack, work hard
I got the world sayin' every single Friday is black
Took your bitch, you ain't getting her back, 'cause she know

[Chorus: Mike G, Tyler, The Creator]
Where we at, nigga? Where we at, nigga?
Uh, we on top of the world, on top of the world
Where we at, where we at, niggas? Where we at?
Where the fuck we at, man? Y'all niggas don't know me, huh
Where we at?

[Verse 5: Tyler, The Creator]
Down to fucking Earth, huh? Down to fucking Earth, huh?
Fuck everybody, here goes some extra girth, Sir
You fucking critics are making my nerves hurt
Since I'm saying, "Fuck everybody," I guess that I'm a fucking pervert
My window is a book, and I'm a fucking crook
Stealing phones to call home, but the line is off the hook
My mom ain't paid the bill, guess I can't pay it either
I ain't signed a fucking deal yet
But when I do, Clancy and David are taking percentages
That could pay the whole fucking city's mortgage
Hopefully, I make a lot of porridge from tourin' in fucking Oregon
From playing piano organs and hopefully, I can pay the bill
Shit is getting real, people begin to feel
Like I'm changing, but they're complaining, making big fucking deals
About some shit, they bitch and pout
"Can we get backstage, man?" — No, faggot, it's sold out
"Come on, why you holding out? I thought we was boys
Without me, you wouldn't be Tyler, The Creator, you're from the Dirty
I can tell whenever you perform, a leopard can't change its spots"
But I'm a fucking unicorn — "Whatever, man"

[Verse 6: Tyler, The Creator]
Look, you can't stop me, I'm going full Monty
Fuck that, I'm Hitler, everyone's a fucking Nazi
Wolf Gi-di-dang you be roaming where the fox be
And I be where, anybody cares
I try to preach, "Fuck age, live dreams and have fun"
"Here's some 'Give a Fuck' cake" — Oh, maybe I should have some
"Asshole, have none"
How can I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, when I don't even fucking have one?
("Shit, I don't know")
And when I'm on that stage, I feel important
A whole fucking assortment of children that's taking Ritalin
Because the teacher said that the therapist wasn't feeling him
You gotta be fucking kidding me
In school, I was a zero, now I'm every boy's hero, and they fear it
You can hear it when that little fuck is reciting my lyrics, yeah, rebel nigga
Cheer it, dead parents everywhere, it's smelling like teen spirit
Okay, fuck it, Elvis has left the building

[Outro: Tyler The Creator, Hodgy, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
[Gunshots]
Fuck, take this
Nigga, what the f— (Hodgy)
Nigga, what the fuck are you doin'? You just gon'—
Nig— hold on, hold on, nigga, can— (I'm sorry)
Ayy, nigga, all the shit that we been through, can we just fuckin' talk about this? (I'm sorry)
Nigga, you just gon' shoot me in my mouth—?
[Gunshot]
I'm sorry, fuck, the fuck did I just do? Fuck, ah, shit
Tyler, (Fuck, man) Tyler, give me the gun
(Ah, fuck) Give me the gun (The fuck, man? The fuck?)
It's gonna be alright (Ah fuck man, I'm fucked, I'm so fucked, ah, shit)
It's fine, Tyler, believe me
I don't know why the f— I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, man, I don't f—
It's gonna be okay (Oh, fuck, dude, M— Ah)
I gotta hide the fuckin— I can't hide the fuckin' bodies
I'm here to help
I'm your friend
(Now w—) You were supposed to fuckin' help me
I'm here to help you, Tyler (The fuck?)
Calm down, I'm here to help you (Fuck, fuck)
I'm your friend
You're in your good space with me
We'll figure all of this out
You don't have to worry about a thing

[Intro: Jasper Dolphin]
Oh, shit (Swag)
Three icy-ass niggas from Odd Future (Swag) doin' some crazy shit (Bitch)
By the way, we do punch bitches, huh

[Verse 1: Jasper Dolphin]
I'm a swagging, bitch (Swag), I'm iced out (Iced out)
Oh, you mad, bitch? (Bitch) 'Cause I'm laying on the couch (Woo)
Smoke a blunt, fuck a bitch in the butt, I'm bossing (Bow, bow)
Don't give a fuck, I never roll Slauson
I'm fly, bitch, I should poke you in your eye, bitch
Got the burner, bitch, bow, bow (Bow)
You dead, bitch, I'm hot as fuck
I ain't never cold, but I'm icy, bitch (Woo)

[Chorus: Jasper Dolphin]
My bitch suck dick like she suck dick
My bitch suck dick like she suck dick (Bow, bow, bow)
My bitch suck dick like (What?) she suck dick
My bitch suck dick like she suck dick, nigga (Bow, bow)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Got the bops in the house, socking bitches in they mouth (Bitch)
See my neck? Iced the fuck out (I'm getting money, nigga)
She at the fucking mall, forty bitches on my nutsack
I pulled up on a motherfuckin' unicorn (I'm getting ponies, nigga)
Wolf Gang, nigga
Scream that 'til they motherfucking show me death
Golf Wang, nigga
Free Earl, better show some motherfucking respect
All this ice around my neck, all this ice around my dick
Gun to her head, make your bitch massage my shoulders

[Chorus: Jasper Dolphin]
My bitch suck dick like she suck dick
My bitch suck dick like she suck dick (Bow, bow, bow)
My bitch suck dick like (What?) she suck dick
My bitch suck dick like she suck dick, nigga (Bow, bow)

[Verse 3: Taco]
Shut up, bitch (Shut up, bitch), suck my dick (Suck my nuts)
You fucking bop (Bitch), you better swallow it
I got a chain with a fuckin' platinum plaque on it
Is that a hundred dollar bill? I'll shit on it
I bought a fucking whale, 'cause I'm ballin' (Ballin')
Your bitch work for me, she my dick washer
Swag on my dick (Refrigerator), thirty-thousand million (Nigga), nigga

[Chorus: Jasper Dolphin]
My bitch suck dick like she suck dick
My bitch suck dick like she suck dick
My bitch suck dick like she suck dick
Goddamn

[Verse 4: Jasper Dolphin]
You bopping, bitch, (Question mark) you like this dick?
We all know why, 'cause you's a boppin' bitch (Bow, bow, bow)
I got the burner, I pop you in your lip (Bow, bow)
Zoom-zoom, yeah, I'm going fast, bitch
I'm loud as fuck (I'm loud as fuck), I'm ignorant (Ignorant)
Punch a bitch in her mouth just for talkin' shit
You lurking, bitch? Well, I see that shit
Once again, I gotta punch a bitch in her shit
I'm icy, bitch, don't look at my wrist (At my wrist)
Because if you do (If you do), I might blind you bitch (Bitch)
Mount Everest ain't fucking with my fucking wrist
Fuck global warmin', this the Ice Age, bitch (Bitch suck dick)

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator and Jasper Dolphin, Tyler, the Creator, Taco]
Swag, swag, punch a bitch
Swag, swag, punch a bitch
Swag, swag, punch a bitch
Swag, swag, punch a bitch
Swag, swag, punch a bitch
Swag, swag, punch a bitch
Swag, swag, punch a bitch
Swag, swag, punch a bitch
Yo, yo, Jasper, Taco, y'all my niggas, man
I love y'all niggas, I'm sorry
[Gunshot]
Ow, what the fuck?
[Gunshot]

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
I can grab the fireworks, and soda, all the cookies we can eat
Make you nauseous, but be cautious, this is not Dawson's Creek
We could sneak away, fuck it, you can bring an eighth
I'm not gon' smoke, but I'm just asking, baby; could you meet me by the lake?
Said bring a towel, well, baby, meet me by the lake
Bathin' suit, it's going down, shit, just meet me by the lake
We could count the shooting stars, well, could you meet me by the lake?
Summer never has to end with me

[Verse 1: Hodgy]
I'm give it to her, she want that summer time
I'm give it like no other 'cause she know I'm hers
Damn right, she's mine, we both know it
So when we separate everything fine, her phone ringin' in her purse
Damn right, it's me, I'm her nigga, nigga
Come for mines in summer time, I'ma bust that trigger, nigga (Hahaha)
Catch us Venice beachin', she wanna go shopping
Sun down after club 'cause she like to get it popping
Sangria on my freedmind, 'cause she likes to get it popping
No ecstasy for her, but she wanna get it popping
Drop topping, I measure her pleasure
Then drop in, when she get out of place I quantinize
She is my concubine, I am her porcupine
I poke her face her throat for taste, give me head like I'm on her mind
I know her analyzation, so when she try to fake
Summer time in the boat of love, meet me by the lake

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
I can grab the fireworks, and soda, all the cookies we could eat
Make you nauseous, but be cautious, this is not Dawson's Creek
We could sneak away, fuck it, you could bring an eighth
I'm not gon' smoke, but I'm just asking, baby; could you meet me by the lake?
Said bring a towel, well, baby, meet me by the lake
Bathin' suit, it's going down, shit, just meet me by the lake
We could count the shooting stars, well, could you meet me by the lake?
Summer never has to end with me

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I packed a couple sandwiches inside that basket
And brought some extra towels if anyone was asking
We should take a dip in that lake quick and then split
Then do something that's beyond what we both can imagine

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset, grab a drink
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset, look in the sky
Watch the sunset (Hahaha), we can watch the sunset, we never have to leave
Watch the sunset (There goes a rainbow, Hahaha)
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset (We can stay here, hahaha)
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset (All night long, hahaha)
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset (Hahaha)
Watch the sunset (There goes a rainbow)
Watch the sunset (Hahaha), we can watch the sunset (Look)
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset (Hahaha)
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset (Hahaha)
Watch the sunset (Let's go to sleep, hahaha)
We're here, all night, school is in session
Look, you know, the water's pretty deep, let's go to sleep

[Part 1: Fish]

[Verse 1]
Slip it in her drink, and in the blink of an eye
I can make a white girl look chink
Don't know what to think, 'cause last time I attempted this shit
The judge ordered me to see a shrink
Started with the link
Contended her to meet me at the local Odd Future Wolf Gang skating rink
We was uniquely in sync
Already fuckin' and we only met last week
We were both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next week
You can hear her shriek from the gashes in her cheeks
No, I'm not a freak, I am meekly a creep
The neighbors by the creek says my house stinks
And it reeks on the sheet, girl
Streaks of red, even though all pussy is pink
Oblivion makes obvious seeks
Which make meats for my obvious feasts
Used to just blot up thoughts, plot, and rethink
Now I get daughters and tie 'em and clink
Got my dick harder than iron and zinc
Now they just rot up, arms caught in the sink
Where they get cut up to fit my physique
Critique my chic in this brand new mink, go

[Chorus: Syd & Tyler, The Creator]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, ohh (Fish!)
Oh, oh
Oh, ohh
(Yeah) Oh, oh (Wolf Gang)
(Wolf Haley) Oh, ohh (How you doin'?)
(All good?) Oh, oh (Cool)
(We cool?) Oh, ohh (I'm upset)

[Verse 2]
Bitches running 'round down, pussy take a trip
Make her strip, got my dick harder than the unzip
Tyler swiftly slips his dick inside of Taylor Swift's slit
Round trip in that pussy, here comes a ticket
Film clips popping on that Canon
Busting Ottoman cannons, on the pill
Is he real? Gaza stripping (In my living room)
Wolf Gang full moon, I'm assuming mushrooms (Mushrooms)
I'm a necrolampoon, not of Charles Mansoon
This fuck is ending soon because I'm ejaculating

[Chorus: Syd & Tyler, The Creator]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, ohh (Fish!)
Oh, oh
Oh, ohh
[Bridge: Frank Ocean & (Tyler, The Creator)]
(Frankie, Frankie)
Now I'd like to take this time of day
To thank the Mother Earth (Thank you Momma, thank you Momma, fish!)
Letting the sun shine down on the lake
While I fish your waters
Ooh, hide your daughters, hide your sisters
Hell, hide grandmama too (Grand, yeah)
'Cause the fisherman's raping everybody in the pool
He on the loose, yeah (Yeah)

[Outro]
Got to wash it down, all this gold is fuckin' bait
Wait 'til you see the semen swimming
Baby, please not half, the whole is great
Morals? Your body's near that coral reef
It was once upon a time you came home with me
Then the next chapter left you in my teeth
Fill your gills with goo
Going deeper than Pacific Ocean
This specific motion
Makes this hammerhead puke
Got to wear a wetsuit, can’t get seasick
I love when you're in fishnets, you want me to eat you
You’re fucking wet, fish

[Part 2: Boppin' Bitch]

[Chorus]
So I met this girl at the club
And I just wanted her to suck my dick
And that's 'cause
She a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch
Now she's drunk and talkin' to me a lot
Until we go to another room
And that's 'cause
She a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch, she a boppin'

[Verse 1]
This little slut whore sucks cock for a little more bucks
Than them other sluts fuck for, real easy
Cause I didn't even knock on the front door, sleazy
I used the welcome mat as a cum rag
And all the Wolves fucked too, yeah she’s a cum bag
Filled with a bunch of shit I purchased at a drug store
Four more Dora-looking sluts let me explore
Until my cock got sore and started growing cold sores

[Chorus]
Now she thinks that I like her
But all I really wanted was that mouth
And that's 'cause
She a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch
Now she text messages me every day
And I don't ever hit that bitch back
And that's because
She a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch (That's right), she's a boppin' bitch, she's a boppin'

[Verse 2]
This little hoodrat started jockin' at my jock strap
Until my uncircumcised penis finally unwrapped
Flapping up and down until the cack finally go splat
Now you gotta spat, spit it out until you do scat
Then you gotta sat and shit it out, bitch, fuck your feelings
You wasn’t feeling shit when you was down there kneeling
Now shut the fuck up you got another dick to deal with

[Interlude]
Now, now why can't we fuck with this bitch? (She's boppin')
Wait, tell him why we can’t fuck with this bitch, y'all? (That bitch she boppin')
What is she? She a BB, what does that stand for? (She boppin')
She, what do she be doin'? (She boppin')

[Chorus]
Now I'm at a fuckin' clinic
'Cause my dick is swollen and keeps itchin'
Nigga, I'ma kill this bitch (She's a boppin' bitch)
Bitch (She a boppin' bitch)
She a boppin' bitch

[Outro]
Where's my gun? (She boppin') I'ma kill this bitch
Why am I gon' kill this bitch?
To all my niggas out there listenin', that bitch (She's boppin')
And don't let her suck your dick or you'll get hurt

[Intro: Tyler]
Odd Future
Wolf Gang
They are them
We are us
Kill them all (Do it with me)
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, bitch, bitch over there in the yellow, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Say it loud!
Like you mean it!
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature
Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?
Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang

[Verse 1: Tyler]
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough
And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that john
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck you"
I got ten of these Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley-oop
The Golf Wang hooligans is fucking up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh

[Chorus]
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them

[Verse 2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

[Chorus]
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them

[Verse 3: Hodgy]
It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

[Verse 4: Tyler]
Free Earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking clique
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

[Outro]
And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang

[Intro]
Oh, I don't need the metronome, bro
Ayy
Kahn-da-muh, duh-cay
When you wanna be, ah
When you eat all the cheese
In the store, in the store, in the store
In the store, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright

[Chorus]
(It's this girl)

[Verse 1]
She lives next door
To the store that I loiter at
We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy
And if we text I get pissed when I get no reply

[Chorus]
(It's this girl)

[Verse 2]
I know that she's the key to love
She is who I'm thinking of when I am beatin' Richard up
To mental images—her face look
The closest that I got was when I'm poking her on Facebook (This girl)
Video chats are so exciting
'Cause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy (Yeah)
I'm getting gassed up, I think she's liking me
She's gullible and I just wanna take it like a pirate (Arg, it's this girl)
I see her in class
Not really, two doors down, but anytime that I pass
To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall
Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick
My left hand on her tits, ah, my shit's getting hard
From thoughts of datin' this bitch

[Chorus]
(It's this girl)
Her name is my password, fuck

[Refrain]
(This girl)

[Verse 3]
All my niggas got they bitches and stuff
But all the bitches they fuck are known as bitches and sluts
But she's special
I know, to y'all, I come off as rough; but I'm the nicest to her
And I just want to concur, a relation
I want the cheesy dates at the movies
And stupid walks at the beach, and sharing straws in a cup
I never had that, so when we holding hands, walking home
I look past that, the fact she's fucking guys that I hate, but

[Refrain]
(This girl)

[Verse 4]
Things are looking great; cut, copy
Last time we talked, she said that her relationship was rocky (Action)
Now that Mr. Faggot's gone, there's no one that can stop me
From bagging her, I got these tickets to the Roxy (Girl)
Next day, metro's taking me home
I see her in the cut at Wendy's, she's not alone (Fuck)
Who's that guy? Wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss her? (Shit)
Come to find out, she got back with her nigga (Damn)
Damn, fuck

[Chorus]
(It's this girl)
Another one, it’s not the first time
(It's this girl)

[Verse 5]
She's so pretty
Fuck self-pity, I feel so shitty
I wanna text her in a jealous rage
But if she reply to say anything, I'ma smile, I know
What do I do with myself?
Sit in my room for some days?
Play Xbox with piles full of wet socks? Fuck that (Girl)

[Verse 6]
My nigga ask, "Ace, what happened to such-and-such?"
I could slander her name, and then tell him I probably fucked ("Yeah, I fucked")
Or I could tell him the truth, and just say she ain't like me much
But instead, I lie, and say she moved to Nebraska

[Chorus]
(It's this girl)
But she's not mine

[Intro: Syd & Tyler]
La-la-la, la
La-la-la
Ah

[Verse]
Satan's gettin' jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferrin' us
Books on not givin' a fuck is what they're referring us (Wolf Gang)
Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderers
And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us (Bitch)
You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head
Instead, I rap about fucking bitches and gettin' heads
While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby (Ah)
I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions in a rhymin' pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our categore
Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore
That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella)
I hate this, screamin', "Fuck patience"
Got a nigga shakin' like the calmest, fucking Haitian (Ha ha)
After chronic masturbation, askin' where Mary Kate went
I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick (Hate dick)
I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose
She runnin' 'round this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose (On God)
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one (La, la)
Honey on that toppin' when I stuff you in my system (La, la)
Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome (La, la)
You got a fucking death wish? I'm a genie, it'll get done
Nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some dressin' pourin' out a teacup
Bitch, I'm Tyler, The Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker
Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her
In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper
Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarrassed
Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands (Bitch)
Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics
Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to fuck Eric
Put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now it's time to fish her like Derek
Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson's tryin' to suck our dick
Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleadin' squaders
Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer
They will never catch him or catch up
They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup
Nutty like my Chex Mix, she bleedin' from her rectum
Odd Future wolves stirrin' ruckus, throwin' sets up, yeah (Wolf Gang)
This the type of shit that make children break in apartments
When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thin (I hate you)
Starve her 'til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover
Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder
Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland
Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossin' the border (Arriba)
I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
'Cause I'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Angel's daughter (Fuck Mary)
I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins
Sicker than the starvin' Nigerian kids barfing (Blegh)
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Nazi bar mitzvah
With your sister at the bar playin' leg and arm twister
Evident that I'm the shit, I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick
I got these cracker doctors saying, "Yeah Bob, this nigga's sick"
Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry
Because I'm the blackest skinhead (Skinhead) since India Arie (India Arie)
I don't smoke weed, so no need for the matches
I said "Fuck coke" and now I'm snortin' Hitler's ashes
I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma
Being the only bastard in a box logo casket (Casket)
Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob Sagets
In some Kanye West glasses screaming out "Fuck faggots"
Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's dick
Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic

[Outro: Dr. TC]
What the fuck?
I, I'm speechless, that was—fuck
Shit, Tyler, you're- you're gonna need some help
I'm not a—fuck it, different subject
How that girl you were tellin' me about?

[Intro: Dr. TC]
So, you tell me that everything just isn't going well
Well, first off...

[Verse 1]
My only problem is death
Fuck Heaven, I ain't showin' no religion respect
Brain damage, therapy's the only thing I regret
Talking to me is like a fucking body missin' a neck
But, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top off
Life is a bitch and my cock's soft, the Glock's cocked
My hands tremble, my finger slipped, the wall's red
Her life is fucked, she's sad now, her son is dead

[Chorus]
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems (Death)
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your daydreams, that's how death seems (Death)

[Verse 2]
When I was younger, I would smile a lot
I'm gettin' older, gettin' bolder, but a wiser top
Now I'm drunk drivin', lap's full of Budweiser tops
Life is a movie and you're just a prop
They begged me to stop, but I listen like deaf drums
Love? I don't get none, that's why I'm so hostile to the kids that get some
My father called me to tell me he loved me—
I'd have a better chance of gettin' Taylor Swift to fuck me
Annoying and I'm ugly, most niggas wanna punch me
I'm surprised the fucking doctor even touched me
Feel like Humpty, you hoping that I'll fall? Fuck y'all
I'm Ace, I'm parentless, odd, kinda arrogant
Ignorant as fuck, offend people for the hell of it
Because I am the devil, fucker, get on my level
Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers
My life is Ms. Mon-unique Parker, but a lil' darker
I'll see you in a couple, O.F

[Hook]
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems (Death)
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your daydreams, that's how death seems (Death)

[Interlude: Dr. TC]
Tyler, here's some water, man. You, you seem a little tense. How's, uh, how's Thebe?

[Verse 3]
All because a nigga just don't give a fuck
Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up
But fuck that, you're a shitty parent, face it, suck it up
That's what you should've did before that nigga bust, huh
Feel like I missed my lil' brother growin' up
Feel like my lil' brother missed his brother growin' up
But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growin' up
I got a lil' taller since the last time you seen me, bruh
Now I'm emo, so fuck it, I'm pourin' up
But I never had a drink— (Sydney, Tyler's throwin' up!)
My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough
I won't feel the feelings I be feelin' when I'm sobered up
But that's a fucking lie, why would he say that? I'm
As emotionally straight as Travis when he—(Tyler, calm down)
Don't look at me, I'm 6'5", about to fucking cry
About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die
I finally had a family
Domo's in another state, and where the fuck is Riley?
Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me
But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldn't find me?
Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death
One ear I got kids screaming, "O.F. is the best"
The other ear I got Tron Cat, asking where the bullets and the bombs at
So I can kill these levels of stress, shit
They say that I'm shock value
How about you hop off cock and turn volume down?
I haven't got around to tellin' my mom shit (Why?)
'Cause I don't know how to (Whoa)
All I want is her support, but no (But no), it's the fights at home
When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown
Now she's really fuckin' pissed (Now she's really fucking pissed), so the knives get thrown
And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throat's all gone
Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone
Then they wonder why I stay at Travis' pad with a backpack
For the whole week, full of plastic-wrapped black tees
And deodorant like his house is my home
I could live with the same hat
And the same flat-screen TV watchin' Flapjack
And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday
Where I skate with the same fucking friends that
Didn't give a fuck about fame or a name, oh
"Message from The GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat"
Email full of emails, I never write back
Ain't kill myself yet, and I already want my life back

[Hook]
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems (Death)

[Verse 4]
One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops
I'm goin' in flu shots, couldn't kill me with two top rockers
You're on the side of faggots and cock blockers
I'm on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches
I'm Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human
'Cause I'm 'shrooming with the bangers and the carneys
You niggas can't harm me 'cause y'all know that
We at the fuckin' Dirty like it's laundry (Tyler, calm down)
Nigga, get off me (Calm down, man)

[Outro]
Fuck off me, man, fuck (What's, what's gotten into you?)
I don't, I don't know, it's, it's like I'm a different person at times
Sometimes I'm fucking mad, sometimes I'm not (Yeah, you)
It's like I got a fucking voice in my head
Tellin' me to do all this fucked up shit, man, fuck (Yeah, what's, what's this?)
I don't fucking know, man (What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?)
He tells me to do this shit, that I don't wanna fucking do (What's his name?)
Tron Cat

[Intro]
Left Brain, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang, Free Earl, uh

[Verse 1]
Goddamn, I love women
Daydream about penis being in 'em
Meet them with a big grin with a MAC-10
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em
All beige suit made out of white women
With the red lipstick, dancing to John Lennon
With the red splattered jeans made out of blue denim
They can catch me in the spot where the sun don't shine
Bitch, don't mind me, shake your hiney!
The only motherfucking Wolf here that spit venom
You're a bad bitch with a real good kitten
And I got the appetite of them fat black women
Wolf Gang in this bitch with a bunch of rats with 'em
Lookin' like the holocaust with Supreme hats with 'em
I am tryna get Miss Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny-chin-chin
Umm, what's that? The cock of a black dude
Mad 'cause his daughter got the swag of a vacuum (Aw, fuck it!)
I'll take her to the back room dungeon, fightin' and punchin'
And now the slut is under the fucking assumption
That I will be fucking and munchin' her muffin
Cunt will be bleeding, but that's not from the
Time signature of the month, umm

[Chorus]
(It's because) It's because I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shit
'Til I grab them throats and start smacking them shits
(It's because) I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shits
'Til she decides to take Dracula's dick

[Verse 2]
Goddamn, I love bitches
Especially when they only suck dick and wash dishes (What?)
Cook and clean and grant my wishes
And make me and the Wolf Gang sandwiches
Transylvania crypt, let's take a tour
Bitch, try getting through that black trap door
Keep yellin' and workin' them vocal chords
And that'll be more of a reason that you get slapped up for
Is that Ford trunk's comfy? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? No, fuck Buffy!
That little bitch keeps trying to hunt me
Jumping over gates, what the fuck she want from me?
She keeps sendin' me garlic
How many times I gotta tell her I'm allergic?!
(I like your cape!) Oh, this Bathing Ape cape?
Bitch, I got it for a bargain at the neighborhood Target
Fangs are sharp, and I hope you know
That all I really want from you is that throat
I can't eat pussy 'cause I might leave cuts
Then there's blood on my sheets, but that might be a plus
On the channel, a fucking animal, leaking like pairs of candles
Bitch, is it hard to handle?
I don't want a bride, I just want bone marrow (Oh shit!)

[Chorus]
(It's because) Umm, I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shit
'Til I grab them throats and start smackin' them shits
(It's because) I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shits
'Til she decides to take Dracula's dick

[Outro]
Bite her in her fucking neck, bite her in her fucking neck
Bottom of the fucking lake, bottom of the fucking lake
Call my gang of wolves and bats, call my gang of wolves and bats
It’s a full moon tonight, and these hoes ain't actin' right
(It's because) 'Cause I'm Dracula, bitch! (Swag, swag, swag)
(It's because) Left Brain, Wolf Haley, Free Earl, Golf Wang
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Golf Wang
It's the fucking (Golf Wang)
It's the fucking (Golf Wang)
I am from the (Golf Wang)
Nigga, this is (Golf Wang)
Fucking faggot (Golf Wang!)
Kill them bitches (Golf Wang!)
There's no one like us (Golf Wang!)
Fucking niggas, I am from the (Golf Wang)
Golf Wang!