Jamba lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Pop ain't call even though he saw me
On TV, it's all good (f*ck you)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaw
Swallow, girl, it's just nut, haha
b*tches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah, they heard I'm f*ckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gaggin' in the back of the cab and
Camp Flog Gnaw, n*gga, you can tell by the badge
(Hodgy, pass me my inhaler, f*ck!)
I'm sick of hackin' and coughin', I'm often this f*ckin' awesome
I'm animals, Noah's Arking, all from this rapping' nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the f*ck's an apartment?" (n*gga?)
Get ya poppin' like Peter's pores during puberty
And take my di*k on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip, b*tch? Well, here's my di*k for grati-tur-ity
b*tch!

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Shut 'em down!
n*gga, shut 'em down!
Shut 'em down!
G!

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I tumble-crush on hussy sl*ts, give money up then nutty-butt
Professor, Nutty, Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch
Like, what the f*ck? I'm drunk as f*ck, turn the f*ckin' music up
So I can't hear these stupid f*cks, talk-no-walk, let you discuss
You're talking too much, who the f*ck are you to us? Uterus
I put that on my pubes and nuts if I don't begin moving up
I'm shooting up (Brrt), you and her crew on turf, new desert
I can see the b*tch in a n*gga through his shirt
I can smell the whore on a b*tch when she flocks around my crew to flirt
It's on ya' shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
f*ck a human nurse! I'm ill, I used this earth to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to
Skip to my Lou, get hip to the pew
You can drink p*ss and eat a di*k in a few, the sickening view
Of visuals, wool, I'll eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids after school, and give them drugs 'cause it's cool, f*cker!
[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Shut 'em down!
n*gga, shut 'em down!
Shut 'em down!


[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Hodgy, f*ck this beat, n*gga, let's smoke weed
That sh*t I need, be the sh*t that's green
A little purple and pink, come get some Swisher Sweets
About three or four more than needed be
I got an eighth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape (sh*t)
I hate the grape, I could taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes (sh*t)
You could smell us in places when we walk in our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts; and what the f*ck is this? (Uh...)
I think this Mary is laced; my heart is beating at paces
That Pacquiao can't relate, I'm f*ckin' faded like gradients
sh*t, I'm stuck like tape that's superglued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the sh*t is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana's very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pass the sherm
Let's use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipsh*t! (Shut 'em down!)

[Outro: Domo Genesis]
"C'mon, my n*gga! You don't even smoke! You weak as f*ck, my n*gga
You do not smoke! No tucks, my n*gga
You're as weak as F.. your butt, my n*gga
Oh, mark ass n*gga, Cuh, oh my c*m, bro. Here c*m this wet-ass n*gga Samuel."