[Intro: Tyler, the Creator]
Nahh, no, nahh, nahh, [bad word] that. Niggas think cause you [bad word] made "Chum" and got all personal that niggas won't go back to that old [bad word] 2010 [bad word] about talking 'bout [bad word] everything...all. No, [bad word] that [bad word]  I got you. [bad word] that.

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous
Actually flick cigarette ash at [bad word] niggas
Harassment, ate nickels of hash, delay quick, and then
Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
Raquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying then hide away in the shade of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and filetted sentences
Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up
Tan khakis, an antagonist Dan-dappered up
Vagabond, had it since a Padawan
Rapping hot as [bad word] cattle brands wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along
Get a nice spanking, new Sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Four deep in a Rover cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, niggas know that it's the
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-
50 K for the last check
But the Dollar Menu still be on deck, [bad word] it's the [bad word] #39;
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, the misadventures of a [bad word] talker
 [bad word] as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga
Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer
Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
From out [bad word] bin at your local loony clinic
Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women
 [bad word] gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of [bad word] and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick, thaw it out
Toss it right back like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka [bad word] 

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Posing [bad word] try to disrespect
Get a [bad word] thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause it's the
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-
Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking like I ain't make
quarter million off of socks, [bad word]  cause it's the
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-