Taco - Tron Cat lyrics

[Intro] La, la, la, la, la, la, la AAAAHHH! [Verse 1] Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us Books on not giving a f** is what they're referring us (Wolf Gang) Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderers And young enough to get the f**ing priest to come and flirt with us You n***as rap about f**ing b**hes and getting head Instead I rap about f**ing b**hes and getting heads While you n***as stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist I f** b**hes with no permission and tend to hate sh** Brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our categore Torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store This the type of sh** that make a Chris Brown want to kick a who*e That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella) I hate this, screaming f** patience Got a n***a shaking like the calmest f**ing Haitian After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose She running 'round this motherf**ing dungeon, her legs loose Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops [Verse 2] Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system Rape a pregnant b**h and tell my friends I had a threesome You got a f**ing d**h wish? I'm a genie, it'll get done Nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup b**h, I'm Tyler the Creature, s** your feet up like a beach of leeches Rubber more than the f**ing bottom of a sneaker Jeeper the f**ing creeper, get your daughter and keep her In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarra**ed Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to f** Eric Put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now it's time to fish her like Derek Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson's trying to s** our dick Hippopot the f**ing llamas, dead bodies, cheerleading squaders Gave the team a bunch of f**ing bees and the Keke Palmer They will never catch him or catch up They asked me what it was, I told them f**ers it was ketchup Nutty like my Chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up, yep [Verse 3] This the type of sh** that make children break in apartments When you tell a f**ing orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thin (I hate you!) Starve her 'til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland Catch me with a bunch of f**ing Mexicans crossing the border (arriba!) I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water Cause I'll be too f**ing busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter (f** Mary) I'm awesome, and I f** dolphins Sicker than the starving Nigerian kids barfing Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah With your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister Evident that I'm the sh**, I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick I got these cracker doctors saying, "yeah Bob, this n***a's sick" Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry Because I'm the blackest skinhead since India Arie I don't smoke weed, so no need for the matches I said f** coke and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma Being the only ba*tard in a box logo casket Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob Sagets In some Kanye West gla**es screaming out "f** f*ggots" Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's dick Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic [Outro: Dr. TC] What the f**? I'm speechless, that was, f** sh**, Tyler, you're gonna need some help I'm not a.. f** it, different subject How's that girl you were telling me about?