Burger (Explicit)

Burger (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator/Hodgy Beats

Composer：T. Okonma

Uh

Jesus heheh

N**ga this is my cup

Drink the cyanide up

D**e as f**k

So I would really shoot a group of guys up

Deep thought I'm often lost in f**k it

Put me next to awesome

Still can't tell the difference

Just like Asians with their eyes shut

Butt f**k a couple rots

In the Wendy's parking lot

Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling

Cock a doodle

Eatin' toaster strudel

At a nude beach in Rome

In a black Bape spaghetti strap made of Ramen noodles

My b**ch is bad

Mixed with a thicky a**

Get my dicky rocky

This will end up in a sticky blast

Chrissy Brown mask on my face now I'm kicking a**

Life's a b**ch f**k college mommy I am ditching class

I rather be happy than f**king forty

So f**k the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record me

For the 2 d**e

They didn't like it

Oh well

Let's get XXL to write us a f**king story

It's sitting right in my lap I see it

Scribbled across the lines I read it

I'm the f**king 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 hey beef

Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga

Slice the onions

Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga

Put on the cheese

Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga sauce

Now have that burger eat it fast n**ga

F**king aw get you some

Obviously intended pun

Same time it took Jason Dill to get the stitching done

Custom made one of one

Sold out Roxy performance

Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform sandwitches

Started back in f**king London

Cracker children wanted something

They could bump and punch a bunch of f**king faces

Stomp 'em out

Moshing pits to breaking arms

Zombie Circus not a carn

Evil wolves is on the farm

And were all evil harmed

Any sheep creep

Quiet tendered sleep

Make a peep

F**king body will go missing in a week

Roam around the city with her titties like a f**king greek

God

Bastard was the sh*t explains why it never leaked yo

I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek

Shooting from the sky the only problem is the missing beak

Once I have my wings and my motherf**king chain

Oh that's the black talking in me

Let me down a couple cups of bleach

It's sitting right in my lap I see it

Scribbled across the lines I read it

I'm the f**king 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 hey beef

Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga

Slice the onions

Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga

Put on the cheese

Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga

Where's the barbeque sauce

Now have that burger eat it fast n**ga n**ga

Free Earl that's the f**king sh*t

And if you disagree lick a couple pimple covered clits

From some stripping lesbian dykes that fight n**gas

That like to rap about those dykes that fight n**gas

Alright

Enough with this sh*t let's talk business

Acquire more currency disregard b**ches

Go to Shake's 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**king dick and

Put it in the cabinet where the f**king cookies and chips is

Take a bunch of pictures and

Post 'em on my Twitter then

Go to Jimmy Fallon like Faggot

When we perfomin'

Then a bunch of golf wang n**gas start stormin'

On the stage

In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha

Better get ya tanks before this wolf war's over

History repeats itself

I'm of a soldier