tyler, the creator - assmilk (extended) lyrics
[verse 1: tyler, the creator, earl sweatshirt]
uh, addicts arise when i arrive
in this cracked crack f+g back slab in disguise
fat sack of knives in the passenger side
b+tch, reach for the door, get your access denied
i’m not an assh0l+, i just don’t give a f+ck a lot
the only time i do is when a b+tch is screaming “tyler, stop!”
the big bad wolf; to me, you’re just a minor fox
red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder c+ck
we the n+ggas you scared of like bad dentists
flow is anthemic, dirty like it’s plants in it
sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis
to have a b+tch ready to stab a cl+t with some glass and sh+t
your whole gang’ll be diminished, bunch got the brady’s in it
spit sick sh+t like my saliva got the rabies in it
f+ck rap, i’ll be a landlord so i can rape the tenant’s daughter
leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it
face it, me and ace is sick like malaria carri—
[interlude: tyler, the creator, earl sweatshirt]
“augh! ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, stop!”
“why did you do that?”
“say sorry, say sorry!”
“sorry! i’m sorry as f+ck!
“say sorry!”
“i’m sorry as f+ck, ow, ow!”
“say sorry!”
“i’m sorry! don’t look at this!”
“say sorry”
“don’t look at this, ow stop!”
“say sorry!”
“ow! stop ‘fore you f+ck something up!”
“say, “sorry!”
“say, “sor+”
“sorry, sorry—uncle!”
“i f+cked this n+gga eye up man haha”
[verse 2: tyler, the creator, earl sweatshirt]
face it, me and ace is sick like malaria carriers
jim carrey her to the cemetery to bury her
listen busters, scarier when i finger f+ck her
after i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
took karate, mommy told me “tyler toughen up”
rihanna haircut, somebody tell chris brown to f+ck me up
had to teach the b+tch manners, now i gotta learn her
i’ll beat the f+ck out your b+tch anonymous, ike turner
over, sloppy seconds is my preference
except for when i’m feeding on the flesh of a pedestrian
nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not
silly hoes l!ck my b+lls like fifa lollipops
get the certain tingle, eating häagen+dazs
with some soccer moms where they like to f+cking sit and mingle
watch an animal planet document on the eagles
in the flyest ’06 supreme beanie, sigel
your grind’s feeble, i’m regal, really, i’m w+lly smith
i am legend, a snicker d+ck in a vanilli chick
come take a stab at it f+ggot, i pre+ordered your casket
this is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack sh+t
hat is always forest so the b+tches call me gump
but compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
f+ck her in a hummer while i rape her then i put her in a slumber
it’s not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
known narcissists, sipping on +rs+nic
carved carcasses in the garage, don’t park in it
hard as finding r+t+rded kids at harvard
it’s wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and sh+t
over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack
’cause i’m cold as ice like anasia when she f+cking traq
i’m the type to put you down to bring myself up
so when i rape a b+tch i hold her down and get my best nut
the reincarnation of ’98 eminem
60 crip and grizzly and some rmk denim
pay attention i’m stabbing your women friends, like a gentleman
then dipping with the f+cking pen to go sin again
white girl, you can ask her what the d+ck be like
at monster madness doing drive by’s on a f+cking fixie bike
f+ck it, moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton
oxymoron like buff f+ggots playing sissy dikes
this the sh+t that get cripple b+tches to hop
dirty crack pipes lit, bullsh+t to stop, halt
boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
sly’s little shop of horrors, now showing
i hate g+ys, g+ngb+ngers and f+cking jerkers
unless it’s g+y g+ngb+ngers, that’s f+cking jerkers
whoa yo, yo.. no h0m+, i’m not g+y, f+ggot
odd future wolf gang, wu+tang banging in your system
probably banging in your sister
with my children swimming in her system
let me say this sh+t in slow+mo, h0m+
you don’t f+cking skate, take off that box logo
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