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odd future - double cheeseburger lyrics

[verse 1: domo]
six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
shoot for the sky like a church league, y’all heard me
absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds
but i gotta apologize, no grease like xerxes
won’t heat or burn me, i’m the coolest n-gg- here
usually defecation, now i’m p-ssing in your ear
my tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rear
i’ll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer
here
metaphor, chilling with better wh-r-s
smoking then later on, i bone them like skeletor
what would i sell this for, this is free distribution
style, they straight jack it like mental inst-tutions
outfits is ruthless, now your b-tch is choosing
she floating round winners, now your b-tch you losing
yeah, cause i’m the super sega genesis
salute me, game: invented it, and you can’t get no
membership, little b-tch

[verse 2: tyler]
six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
of my d-ck, head, melon off and let it rip
just like a cannon from the teen in nick
that’s equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette
tyler the creator invented some new sh-t
and it’s probably from the illuminati, n-z- descent, so
if i give a f-ck, it’s probably from my d-ck
when i’m cheney in your daughter, she’s tied up inside
a tent, yeah
odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents
we’re back like a black b-tch’s hairline, indent the
sh-t i represent is killing n-gg-s and sh-t
that’s why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit
i get it cracking like the lips of a n-gg-r, actor
or a dahmer, when he invited me in for cheese and
crackers
just to watch the grammy’s (oh that’s taylor swift) man
she’s so attractive
now he’s mad and tryna run me over out with gacy’s
tractor
hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green
supreme hats
like i was sponsored up by the f-cking pack
sh-tting on n-gg-s, my tongue considered a laxative
maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lip
back washing to my gang, you don’t wanna take a sip
f-ck wolf gang, f-ck what? here let’s take a trip
take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped
my only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident
freshjive, yeah i get it no charge
d-ck soft as f-ck, but somehow i go hard
forearm with my gang name, that’s an old carve
chima ferguson’s bangin’, you ace n-gg-s is low card,
wolf gang

[verse 3: jasper]
n-gg-s rolling deep, burners pulled out
n-gg-s in the street scared, cause i got the burner in
the hand

[outro: tyler]
that sh-t was wack, don’t ever rap again in your
f-cking life

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