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Seven

Tyler, The Creator

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I'd tell him to eat a dick quickerthan Mexicans sprint over bordersI give a fuck like a quarter with 20 centAt Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxing at Happy CamperIt's the fucking financial aid at Hamptonswasn't relaxing, I'm taxingFuck 'em all! I'm chanting, don't complain I'm just rantingFuck ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariotI'm a liar like Carrey in Liar, LiarI'm dirtier than the sheetsin the Marriott, Cable guy like LarryPeter Pan in my youth, fucking fairiesI'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth pasteFuck it, Odd Future some Nazis, black Nazis don't copyWe perfect, you sloppy, huddled and slightly tackyFuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchetScrew you like a black teen on Judge HatchettHang with thrashers and jackersDrug dealers and crackers, AP students and slackersI'm backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93Escaping from concentrationcamps with a fucking girl board and a rampThat I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that's VVSLike I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dressWith some matching pink panties, lipstick from my grannySup on my hat like that motherfucker friendlyWhite, red-headed bitch reminded me of AnnieShe dyno like my state of mind, so yeah she understand meFuck you bunches here, never disrespect my familyThat's for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntieWasted fucking youth? All you old niggas antiquesWe go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from RandyBitches like Tia Landry watching Billy and MandyMotherfuckers wanna be Odd but you can't beSit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggotI guess I got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapperFrom Los Angee area anytime I'm fucking landingFuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype TrackThem motherfuckers could never get rid of meGuess I gotta do a fucking song with Dom KennedyGet these fucking hip hop bloggers to start feeling meBecause I'm seventeen, compose my own beatsLyrically I'm dope enough to ass-fuckthe dude who made nicotineMaybe I should buy some Hundredswear some fucking skinny jeansAnd follow in your footsteps like a motherfucking millipedeCentipede, make songs about Gucci, I'm sick of weedJerk with my friendslike it's some motherfucking little leagueNo I ain't no fucking hipster, misterNo I'm not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love meCollaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies, yo, yoI'm driving in a stolen truckand I'm probably fucking drunkWasted as fuck, can't walk it out, DJ UnkMy nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked(Shut the fuck up!) Who the fuck told me not to spoke?Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished, I'm managedHop off my dick and make a fucking sandwichEverybody listening can suck my dick in SpanishFuck you, faggot (fucking bastard)Yeah, um, as you can probably tellfrom listening to this recordI was, I was probably angry, probably on my periodBut um, I didn't mean to offend anyonealright, I'm lying, OF

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