[Verse 1: Young Gunshot]
Uh, going H.A.M
I can't afford it, so I'm eating Spam
Watching Rob Van Dam
What the f**? Sam I Am
With the green eggs and ham, n***a I'm crazy
Come through, listening to some old-school Jay-Z
In a bucket
Come through with a bucket on like, "f** it"
Looking like Fredrick Dougla**
With the lil' cut in my hair, you don't even know
I come through, pigeon-toed
Come through with a different ho
I don't even know, don't ask questions
Come through, I don't ask no one for suggestions
Cause I'm depressed
I come through...
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
They know I'm the best here
sh** get more wavy than my f**ing chest hair
What y'all mean?
Y'all n***as fishy like sardines
Oily as f**, you see the ice on
My neck, it's shiny as f**, like the sun
Just got bu*tf**ed by a truck with a bunch
Of lights in it, I f**ed your white women
Y'all n***as don't want to do this
To me tonight cause I got a knife
I stab any n***a in his esophagus
You don't want no problem, b**h
Oh, you gon' call the police? Well, give me your phone
I'mma use your anytime minutes, dial my home number
310, 310, 310
Mom, open the door
I'mma come in, make a bowl of ravioli
Walk out, get in a car, drive somewhere else
You don't believe me, n***a?
Come see me, n***a, come D me, n***a
[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Wait, I was about to say the alphabet!
You wouldn't let me finish!