Left Brain - Super Market lyrics

[Intro: Syd] Hi, welcome to f**ey Foods. Umm, this lane is open if, if you need, if you to check out. Uhh, you're buying uh, donuts and a pack of Diet Pepsi? Sweet, okay makes sense [Tyler] In this f**ing line at Ralph's buying granola bars Left my member's card and now this sh** gon' have an extra charge This old b**h in front of me buying 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 [Tyler] What the f**, who the f**'s this gay n***a in fake Gucci? Jordan numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus Hey you, what the f** you think you doing? (n***a, f** you) (I'm just eating Ruffles, gotta lotta stuff, fool) (So, why don't you f**ing wipe that stupid look on your face) Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns And shoot caps at knee caps to make it harder to run And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun (n***a, I'm a samurai, cut your skinny a** in half) (Look up at the aftermath, blow some f**ing hash and laugh) I'm a f**ing ninja and a jedi and I am from Compton Better pick a better option 'fore these Nikes get to stomping Chomping at your oxygen chords, you fat fake Kenan Thompson Like a virgin, cherry f*ggot, we could get it poppin' [Domo] 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 Kel was rocking I will f**ing beat your a**, box logos through the gla** I'll hit you hooky like you skipping cla**, Lee would get the math [Tyler] Oh, really? You're silly giving tip drills to Nelly Get them Ruffles no Lays cause Kiara might k** me, aw, f** This I'm grabbing two kitchen knives and stabbing This Ice Cube look-a-like to show you a n***a with attitude [Domo] Wait, I heard about you from that other n***a Earl How you traveled to Milan and now it only likes girls I'll roundhouse you into a f**ing basket Push you into an old lady bagging plastic Hope you get the message, I will stomp you into potholes And fill you up with shells, but you're used to eating tacos [Tyler] Oh, a Taco joke? Domo smoke, I heard Your album sound like some sh** a fake Wiz Khalifa poppa wrote I'm insulted, sh**, damn, somebody grab the Charmin Nevermind these messages, Monica her n***a arming [Domo] Swift-made 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 [Tyler] Oh, a Lexus? I drive all that around The western hemisphere like all of Kiara's ex's And bet this, I'm a mothaf**in' monster f** talking, I'll stab you with this f**ing rocket launcher (When I co*k the beam back, I'm aiming for Supreme hats) (Go to Hell, I mean that, burn you like green backs) You don't mean that, you f*ggot, I'll get your back And I'll snap it, and strangle you with that f**ing leather jacket Fall, b**h, give me everything, I'm taking all this And fleeing the scene on Rufus, my evil walrus, b**h f** you, I'm out [Domo] 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** [Outro: Syd] Sir... sir... sir, in the green hat, sir. You... you... you have to pay for that. You have to, the Arizonas, you have to pay for those. I f**ing hate this job... f**, clean up on aisle six