[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!