Dear Tyler lyrics

[Verse 1]
Dear Tyler, I heard about your situation
I was in San Francisco stuck on vacation
Is it true you came out the closet?
I ain't gonna knock you man, matter of fact I'm gonna applaud it
Now you and Frank Ocean can share a bottle of lotion
Get in a hot tub and make a love potion
I was on the internet like, what the f*ck?
Tyler the Creator talking about Eminem's album sucked
Marshall said, "Let him live man, he only a kid"
f*ck that, fly to California and find out where he lives
I admit, I've been wanting to diss you for a while
Ever since you stole my whole f*cking style
Now Royce tapped you, I'm about to smack you
Kidnap you and let King Gordy get at you
It's Lars b*tch, I got bars b*tch
Trust me, you don't wanna start sh*t
The rest of the world thought y'all was better than us
b*tch we D12, ain't nobody better than us
We don't hook with y'all n*ggas, we write the book on y'all n*ggas
Promoters Promoters don't book us with y'all n*ggas
Hold on, that b*tch got a fat ass

[Interlude]
(Hey, stop the music)
Damn hey mama, you working?
She got a fat ass
Look at that b*tch
[Verse 2]
sh*t, Tyler ain't looking
Put him in the frying pan, get back to cooking
Or should I say pause, he ain't got no balls
White T-shirt and some leopard skin drawers
First video this n*gga was eating a roach
Nowadays, he got other sh*t down his throat
His fans will say Bizarre's only bitter
Tyler's sick but Bizarre's a little sicker
f*ck what he say, this n*gga's gay
Hit his dyke DJ with an instant replay
Tie your ass up and feed you noodles
Since you're sucking di*k, give some head to my poodle
I mean this n*gga's like Ving Rhames in Pulp Fiction
Apple on his mouth, he's got a sex addiction

[Outro]
Somebody get me out the studio now
Bizarre's going crazy