Seven (исполнитель: Bastard 2009:Tyler, the Creator)
[Verse 1] I'd tell him to eat a [bad word] quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders I give a [bad word] like a quarter with 20 cent At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxin' at Happy Camper It's the [bad word] #39; financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxin', I'm taxin' " [bad word] 'em all!" I'm chantin', [bad word] I'm just rantin' [bad word] ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariot I'm a liar like Carrey in "Liar, Liar" I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, Cable guy like Larry Peter Pan in my youth, [bad word] fairies I'm using my tooth bait to get that [bad word] teeth paste [bad word] it, Odd Future some [bad word] black [bad word] don't copy We perfect, you sloppy, huddled and slightly tacky [bad word] a label on my jacket, [bad word] you like a ratchet [bad word] you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett (?) and jaguars, [bad word] dealers and crackers Able students and slackers I'm backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93 Escaping from concentration camps with a [bad word] girl born in a ramp That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that's VVS Like I went to Sierra Leone in a [bad word] dress With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny Sup on my hat like that [bad word] Frannie White, red-headed [bad word] reminded me of Annie She dyno like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me [bad word] you bunches here, never disrespect my family That’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie Wasted [bad word] #39; youth? All you old niggas antiques We go skate, rape [bad word] and eat donuts from Randy [bad word] like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy [bad word] wanna be Odd but you can't be Sit the [bad word] down all you old niggas stand me, [bad word] [Verse 2] I guess I gotta be a [bad word] #39; hand-me-down rapper From Los Angee area anytime I'm [bad word] #39; landing [bad word] 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track Them [bad word] could never get rid of me Guess I gotta do a [bad word] song with Dom Kennedy Get these [bad word] #39; hip hop bloggers to start feelin' me Because I'm [bad word] my own beats Lyrically I'm dope enough to [bad word] [bad word] the dude who made nicotine Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some [bad word] #39; skinny jeans And follow in your footsteps like a [bad word] #39; millipede Centipede, make songs about Gucci and cigaweed Jerk with my friends like it's some [bad word] #39; little league No I ain't no [bad word] hipster, mister No I'm not no [bad word] Kid Cudi, all my [bad word] fans love me Collaboration hits for fans screaming [bad word] buddies, yo, yo [Verse 3] I'm drivin' in a stolen [bad word] and I'm probably [bad word] #39; [bad word] Wasted as [bad word] can't walk it out, DJ Unk My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked (Shut the [bad word] up!) Who the [bad word] told me not to spoke? [bad word] everybody here, everybody vanish, I'll manage Hop off my [bad word] and make a [bad word] sandwitch Everybody listening can suck my [bad word] in Spanish [bad word] you, [bad word] [bad word] #39; [bad word] [Outro] Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period But um, I didn’t mean to offend anyone, alright, I'm lying, OF