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[Verse 1: Tyler]
 I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
 [bad word] your blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
 In some [bad word] yellow skinnies looking like a [bad word] [bad word] 
 Bouncing round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, [bad word] fashion, Gucci belts is for them [bad word] 
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a [bad word] problem
 With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
 [bad word] the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
 I'm watching the Berrics getting head from someone's parent
Blind [bad word] hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a disbeliever
 So don't ask for no [bad word] ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the [bad word] list said that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
The [bad word]  you can mention me if anybody ask you
Kill the jungle let the cats loose
You didn't see me here if someone ask you

 [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I want to feel her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
She ain't got time to try and relieve ya
 But she'll get all in your head, Sativa

 [Verse 3: BranDun Deshay]
I'm good but y'all don't want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes like decimals
Let's take them high like the decibels
So we get them high, get them high like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with blubber
 That's fat, who needs another producer?
Chica-go-getter from Odd Future, used to ride solo
 Cause I ain't really care what the rest say
Type of [bad word] to jerk off to his own  tape
Best stay away when the door closed, I show up with four hoes
 Best believe I'm leaving with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lying until the verse end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator
 Odd Future, O.F. until, until from now until forever

 [Alt. Verse 3: Mike G]
We grind, these niggas asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos
Square circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophet
No less profit, themed when we drop [bad word] 
Convertible coupe, [bad word] scream when they tops split
It's that crack, give you something to sell
Put these [bad word] on lock down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than [bad word] 
And she ain't [bad word]  but the only thing she like is [bad word] Chanel
Light skinned women, all  everything
Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything
Everything that we call flight, living life
This is everything that we call hype
I'm everything that they call nice
She in colors and [bad word]  she off that northern lights, right
Intimidated by niggas you can't be
I'm a G, and this is something you can't see
Top ranked, number one my son
And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
And stay focused on the women and you get less done
 It's ironic cause I always hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high
How high? [bad word]  higher than the kites they fly