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tyler, the creator – burger (featuring hodgy beats) lyrics

n-gg- this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
dope as f-ck so i would really shoot a group of guys up
deep thought, i’m often lost (f-ck it) put me next to awesome
still can’t tell the difference just like asians with their eyes shut
b-tt-f-ck a couple rocks in a wendy’s parking lot
barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
c-ck-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a nude beach in rome
in a black-pink spagetti strap made of roman noodles
my b-tch is bad mixed with a thicky -ss
get my d-cky rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
chrissy brown, mask on my face, now i’m kicking -ss
life’s a b-tch, f-ck college mommy, i am ditching cl-ss
i rather be happy than f-cking forty
so f-ck the teacher’s lecture i’m having sydney record me
for the 2dope (they didn’t like it) oh well
let’s get xxl to write us a f-cking story
(hodgy beats)
it’s sitting right in my lap i see it scribbled across the lines i read it
i’m the f-cking poet, who knows it? you know it, you bogus
comprehend the language, you scared of war?
i’m all anxious, we got the angus if you want beef
now that’s a burger for ya -ss n-gg- (slice the onions)
now that’s a burger for ya -ss n-gg- (put on the cheese)
now that’s a burger for ya -ss n-gg- (where’s the barbeque sauce?)
now have a burger eat it fast n-gg-
(2: tyler the creator)
f-ckin aw, get you some, obviously intended pun
same time it took to get the st-tches done
custom made, one of one, sold out roxy performance
ski mask color of a pickle just to perform sandwitches
started back in f-ckin london, cracker children wanted something
they could b-mp and punch a bunch of f-cking faces, stomp ’em out
moshing pits to breaking arms, zombie circus not a carn
evil wolf is on the farm and were all evil harmed?
any sheep creep quiet tender sleep
make a peep, f-cking body will go missing in a week
roam around the city with her t-tties like a f-cking greek god
b-st-rd was the sh-t, explains why it never leaked
i am coming of my age with my memphis bleak
shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak
(once i have my wings and my motherf-cking chain)
oh that’s the black talking in me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
(hook)
(3: tyler the creator)
free earl, that’s the f-cking sh-t
and if you disagree lick a couple pimple-covered cl-ts
from some stripping, lesbian dikes that fight n-gg-s
that like to rap about those dikes that fight n-gg-s
alright, enough with this sh-t, let’s talk business
acquire more currency, disregard b-tches
go to shake house and play goblin in his kitchen then
force him and his mom to listen to track six then
if he doesn’t like it i’ll just slice his f-cking d-ck
and put it in the cabinet where the f-cking cookies and chips is
go to jimmy fallon like “f-ggot, when we performin?”
then a bunch of golf w-ng n-gg-s start storming on the stage
in a rage that would scare zach rocha
better get ya tanks before this wolf war is over
history repeats itself, im an o.f soldier

- tyler the creator lyrics

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