[Featuring: Hodgy Beats]

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Papa ain't call even though he saw me on T.V., it's all good,  [bad word] You)
But now my balls balls deep in this broads jaws, swallow girl, it's just nut [bad word] scared to let me smash on they [bad word] Yeah they heard I'm [bad word]  nuts like the swag of a [bad word] Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw [bad word] you can tell by the badge
(G, pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this [bad word] awesome
I'm animals, Noah's arking, (?) rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the [bad word] s an apartment?"
Get [bad word] popping like Peter's pores during puberty
And take bets on how quickly Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip [bad word]  well here's my [bad word] for gratiturity, [bad word] 
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Shut Him Down!
You Gotta Shut Him Down!
Shut Him Down!

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I tumble [bad word] on hudgy [bad word]  give money up then nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty when you touch his lunch
Like "What the [bad word]  I'm [bad word] as [bad word] " turn the [bad word] music up
So I can hear these stupid [bad word]  talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "Who the [bad word] are you to us, [bad word] "
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
You and her, crew on turf, new dessert
I can see the [bad word] in a [bad word] through his shirt
I can smell the ho in the [bad word] flocking 'round my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first [bad word] a human nurse, I'm ill like (?), to infuse the birth
Of my [bad word] on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my lou
Get hip to the pew, you can drink [bad word] and eat a [bad word] in a few
The sickening view, a visual woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids afterschool and give 'em [bad word] cause it's cool  [bad word] 

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Shut Him Down!
You Gotta Shut Him Down!
Shut Him Down!

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Hodgy, [bad word] this beat, [bad word] let's smoke weed
That [bad word] I need, be the [bad word] that's green, a little purple and pink
Get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You can smell us in places when we walk
And our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts and "What the [bad word] is this?"
I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate I'm [bad word] faded like gradient [bad word] I'm stuck like the tape that's superglued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist.
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this [bad word] is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm
Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you [bad word]