[Verse 1]
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Nigga this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
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Dope as fuck so I would really shoot a group of guys up
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Deep thought, I'm often lost (Fuck it) put me next to awesome
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Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut
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Butt fuck a couple rocks, in the Wendy's parking lot
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Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
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Cock-a-doodle, eatin' toaster strudel at a nude beach in Rome
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In a black-pink spaghetti strap, made of Roman noodles
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My bitch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass
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Get my dicky rocky this will end up in a sticky blast
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Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
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Life's a bitch, fuck college, mommy I am ditching class
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I rather be happy then fucking forty
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So fuck the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record me
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For the 2Dope.. (They didn't like it)
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Oh well, let's get XXL to write us a fucking story
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[Hook: Hodgy]
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It's sitting right in my lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it
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I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus
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Comprehend the language, you scared of war?
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I'm all anxious, we got the Angus if you want beef
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Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Slice the onions)
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Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)
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Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
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Now have that burger eat it fast nigga
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[Verse 2]
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Fucking all, get you some, obviously intended pun
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Same time it took, Jason Dill to get the stitching done
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Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy for some months
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Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
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Started back in fucking London cracker children wanted something
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They could bump and punch a bunch and fuck a face stumble
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Now, moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
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Evil wolfs is on the farm and were all evil harmed?
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Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleep
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Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week
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Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking Greek
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God, Bastard was the fucking shit, explains why it never leaked
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I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek
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Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak
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(Once I have my wings and my motherfucking chain)
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Oh that's the black talk you give me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Free Earl, that's the fucking shit
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And if you disagree, lick a couple pimple covered clits
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From some stripping lesbian dikes that fight niggas
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That like to rap about those dikes that fight niggas
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Alright, enough with this shit, let's talk business
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Acquire more currency, disregard bitches
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Go to Shake house and play Goblin in his kitchen
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Then force him and his mom to listen to track six then
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If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his fucking dick and
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Put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and chips is
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Take a bunch of pictures and post them on my Twitters and
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Go to Jimmy Fallon like faggot when we perfomin'
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Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start stormin' on the stage
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In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha
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Better get ya tanks before this wolf wars over
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History repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier
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Burger
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Tyler, The Creator |