[Intro]
Yo, I'm gonna throw up
I got 5 on it
I got 5 on it too, my n***a
You smoking, my n***a?
Nah, I ain't smoking
Come on, n***a, just hit the fucking—
Nah, you know I don't smoke
This n***a never want to smoke, my n***a
I'm high off life, n***a
Straight edge ass n***a
I'm good man
If you ain't gonna fuckin' smoke n***a, then just rap for us, n***a
Aight n***a, I got this
Yo, yo, look

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat
Pro-abortion, anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a flaming faggot
Bouncing 'round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find hеr like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I likе my girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a disbeliever
So don't ask for no mothafuckin' ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew
'Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you
Kill the jungle, let the cats loose
You didn't see me here if someone ask you