[Casey Veggies: Verse 1]
Ridin round town same old seven stilo
n***a couldn't change you could blame it on my ego
Yungun started grinding man I did it on the d-low
Came back shining with that 4th quarter free throw
Game time n***a even if get the rebound
Hoes tryna figure where I be now
But that love sh** ain't somethin I don't see now
Lost, still profound, and every day it go down
My n***as got a name now
These other n***as lame now
So I do my thang just to bring them haters pain now
n***a Matt Martians told the boy to write a verse
Came in k**in ain't even need to rehearse
Swear I take it down and I make that girl disperse
And I ain't just k** it man I put it in a hearse, I'm back home
[Tyler, The Creator: Verse 2]
s** it up, co*k it up
Time is when the clock is up
Cause you don't have to talk for us to chop it up (chop it up?)
Freezer burn, erection when I see you squirm
For me not to get inside your face I'm the newest dermatologist
Blood on my shirt no one acknowledged it
From teenage babes leaving dates I got to followin
Swallow it, clean it off, polish it
Axe you up in the back of my shack, f** some hollow tips
Throw you in my deep creek of self-esteem on some shallow sh**
The Kids used to tease now I'm hiding in the leaves of the trees where the school where their teen daughter attend
I grab them by the pelgro throw them in the pa**enger
To balance up the color of my van it matches egg yolk
My only f**ing way to calm down, the view of dead folk
"This movie f**in s**s"
Because the pay per view is dead ho now shut the f** up and work magic with esophagus