Tron Cat - Tyler, The Creator

Satan’s gettin jealous of the wolves, demons said they preferrin' us

Books I’m not givin' a fuck, what they referrin' us

Wolves, I know you heard of us, we murderers

And young enough to get the fuckin' priest to come and flirt with us

You niggas rap about fuckin' bitches and gettin' head

Instead I rap about fuckin' bitches and gettin' heads

While you niggas stackin bread, I could stack a couple dead

Bodies, make it?

look like less of a color, more of a hobby

I’m not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist

I fuck bitches with no commission, they tend to hate shit

Brag about the actions and I wind up?

And proceed to sat her down when I go splatterin' her chatterbox

Atta boy, Odd Future you’re not in my categor-

This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown wanna kick a whore

Then make songs about?

'cuz when it rains, it pours

I hate this, screamin «Fuck Patience!»

Got a nigga shakin like a?

fuckin' Haitian

After chronic masturbation, askin' where Mary Kate went

I wanna be the reason why all lesbians hate dick

I make this?

wait for the?

Game of duct, duct, duct tape with a dead goose

She run around this mothafuckin' dungeon, her legs loose

Until I accidentally get this saw to her head, oops

Victim, victim, honey you’re my fifth one

Honey you’re?

when I stuff you in my system

Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome

You got a fuckin' death wish, I’m a genie, it’ll get done

Nice to meet ya, but it’s more pleasant to eat ya

With a leaf and salad and some dressing pourin' out her teacup

Bitch, I’m Tyler The Creature, suck ya feet up like a leecher

?

more than the fuckin' bottom of a sneaker

Jeeper the fuckin' Creeper, get ya daughter and keep her

In the Jeep where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper

Take her to?

now she standin' there embarassed

Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands

Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics

?

Steve say it cost too much?

Put her in the lake, her (Laker), body seems great

Now it’s time to fish her, (Fisher), like Derek

Satan’s us, we’re dangerous

Tradin' kids for angel dust