[Intro: Taco]
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album, you feel me, son?
Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyen, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awwwwk

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, [bad word] quot; it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest
My [bad word] white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned [bad word]  kissin' [bad word] in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, [bad word] I was just Ableton
Not a [bad word] #39; Logic contradictin' [bad word] head
Flyer than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
 [bad word] scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the present
With the normal [bad word] past like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that [bad word]  but, Golf Wang)

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin Hood [bad word]  robbing in the hood
Whips, [bad word]  jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your rims
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the [bad word] #39; boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon' brrrooop
It's KillHodgy, [bad word]  stay the [bad word] off my stoop
And out my Kool aid, Juice

[Verse 3: Left Brain]
Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my [bad word] we get it in
Wolf Gang party at the hotel
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain need a freak
I need a [bad word] to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her [bad word] fat
Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at
 [bad word] I'm tryna smoke, [bad word] get higher
Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my [bad word] Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike is in the cut with the black mac
We like the mafia, [bad word]  don't get to slacking up
And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my [bad word] Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad [bad word] in front of me cunnilingus

[Verse 4: Mike G]
What the [bad word] is caution?
Often I leave 'em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home base
That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has been making him
No strays while we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like toupees
One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays
My grand scheme of things is to be attached
To the game like [bad word] to their wedding rings
And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, [bad word] I'm a problem
From Briggs I got bars and plans to
Pimp these Polish [bad word] into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be...