Pigs - Tyler, The Creator

Geek, fag, stupid loser, find a rope to hang

I’m not bipolar, see I’m just known by those couple names

I wanna tell my pops but shit, he’ll probably say the same

Fuck…

Hated by everyone, that’s the way it seems

I don’t know what’s shorter, his damn temper or my self-esteem

I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I’m amused alone

Cause none of the cool kids would let me join a team

Depression’s on the stalk again

My best friend’s an inhaler because it will not let me cough

Whenever I am losing oxygen, bully hand around my neck

Cause he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again

I brought that on myself, see I should know my place

But not at lunchtime, see I know better than to show my face

Around them, but the day I do it’ll be everywhere

When I share these feelings finally they gon' fucking care

Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots

Crash a couple-

Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers

Odd Future hooligans causing up a ruckus

It’s us, nigga

I said it’s us, nigga

Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you

Was when I… «uh» with all them burners, you

Think that I’m some punk bullied bitch who ain’t gon' trouble you

Well, I’m gonna burst your bubble two times if you don’t mind

Umm «Who are you again?»

I’m Samuel and that’s Tyler

We came to get wild and style in these trench coats!

Don’t start asking what’s packing in these trench coats!

Just know if you start acting, I’m grabbing for these trench coats!

My step-father called me a fag

I’ll show him a fag, and I’ll light a fire up in his ass

And recently them assholes been fucking with me in class

So I’ma keep them muhfuckers there and make sure they pass huh

My prom date, she dismissed my offer

So I’mma her and toss her in the principal’s office

(Tyler, I’ll go with you)

Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend?

(Where are my parents

at?-) Don’t worry, you’ll probably never see them again

Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots

Crash a couple-

Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers

Odd Future hooligans causing up a ruckus

It’s us, nigga

I said it’s us, nigga

Bum bum bum bum bum

Bum bum bum bum bum

Bum.

bum.

bum.

burumrumrumrum bum bum bum

Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe

We are the Sams, and we’re dead -- it’s just four of us

We come in peace, we mean no harm, and we’re inglorious

We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us

I guess we lost ours

Music had nothing to do with my final decision

I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention

But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had

Since I was a kid but I’m growing up so they’re missing

I didn’t mean to hurt anybody, I’m sorry

I wouldn’t hurt a fly or consider joining the Army

I’m hardly ever angry, Roger Rabbit framed me

Momma I’m the same fucking kid that you made, see?

I don’t wanna go to jail, I just wanna go home

And I want them fucking kids at school to just leave me alone

And I… I hear helicopters, make ‘em dip

I’m fucking reloaded -- I told you all that I ain’t taking shit

You better back up before this Mac start to lift up

I’ll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up

The difference between us and our class is tan khakis

I got 99 problems and all of them’s being happy