Domo Genesis - Super Market lyrics

[Tyler] In this f**in line at Ralph's Buyin granola bars Left my member's card And now this sh** gon' have an extra charge This old b**h in front of me buyin a color printer TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner [Domo] So, here I am At the store for some chips That I'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and sh** And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip But I'mma cut through the line to get outta this b**h [T] What the fu*k Who the f** this gay n***a in fake Gucc Drawin numbers, whateva, wood chain wid a Jesus What the f** you think you doin [D] n***a f** you! I'm just eatin ruffles Gotta lotta stuff, fool So, why don't you f**in wait That stupid look on yo face [T] Don't make me shoot up this place With light sabers and guns And shoot caps and knee caps To make it harder to run And put your ankles in some boards And pissy water for fun [D] n***a, I'm a samurai Cut your skinny a** in half Look up at the aftermath Blow some f**in hash and laugh [T] I'm a f**in ninja and a jedi and I'm from Compton Better pick a better option 'fore these Nikes get to stompin Chompin at your oxygen chords You fat, fake Keenan Thompson Like a virgin, cherry f*ggot We could get it poppin [D] I bet you lock and drop it f*ggot b**h, you ain't from Compton Dumbo ears, you Mary Poppin with the piece that Gill was rockin I will f**in beat yo a** Box logos through the gla** I'll hit you hooky like you skippin cla** Lee would get the math [T] Oh really? You're silly Giving tip drills to nilly Get them Ruffles no ? Cause Kiara might k** me Aw, f** this I'm grabbin two kitchen knives And stabbin this Ice Cube look-a-like To show you a n***a with attitude [D] Wait, I heard about you From that other n***a Earl How you traveled to Milan And now only likes girls I'll roundhouse you into a f**in basket Push you into an old lady baggin plastic Hope you get the message I will stomp you into potholes And fill you up with shells But, you're used to eatin tacos [T] Oh, a taco joke Domo smoke I heard your album sound like some sh** a fake Wiz Khalifa papa wrote I'm insulted, sh** Damn, somebody grab the Charmin Nevermind these messages Monica her n***a ? [D] Swift maids, switch blades Made a big incision in him Red dot his forehead Cause Riley's into Hinduism And hipsters who happen to be your listeners Doobies roll your booty ho Alexis know the truthy, bro [T] Oh, a Lexus? I drive that all around the western hemisphere Like all of Kiara's ex's And bet this I'm a mothaf**in monster f** talkin, I'll stab you with this f**in rocket launcher [D] When I co*k the beam back I'm aimin for Supreme hats Go to hell, I mean that Burn you like green backs [T] You don't mean that, you f*ggot I'll get your back and I'll snap it And strangle you with that f**in leather jacket Fall, b**h Give me everything I'm takin all this And fleein the scene on Rufus My evil walrus, b**h [walrus sound] f** you, I'm out [D} I'm high as f** And I didn't call for all this I'mma get on my zombie sh** Wait, here's my carca**