[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 Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
 Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
 Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners
 In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages
 Tossing them in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
 So when he says "catch up, [bad word]  it looks like an accident
 Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
 My [bad word] white and black like she's been mimicking a panda
 It's the dark skinned [bad word]  kissing [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 able
 Not a [bad word] Logic contradicting [bad word] head
 Flyer than an ostrich moshing 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
 Man (tried to get that [bad word]  but, Golf Wang)

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
 To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
 But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating 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 jousting
 I'm on my Robin Hood [bad word]  Robbin' in the hood: whips, [bad word]  jewels, and your pet
 Stealing your rings, coke diamonds and your Vet
 Soldiers lace the [bad word]  boot
 And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon' [bad word]  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 tryin' to smoke, [bad word] get higher
 Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' '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
 Yea my [bad word] Ace will pull the black jack
 The king Mike is in the cut with the black mac
 Livin' like the Mafia, [bad word]  don't get to slacking up
 And if these haters actin' 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 you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins
 Lost in translation, the dreams you chase
 Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base
 That's great - I'm home alone dreamin' of two on ones
 With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
 And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp
 Three lettermans that Ace has been makin' him
 No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh?
 I'm gettin' 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 sti