Odd and Twisted lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, the Creator]
Hey guys (Golf Wang!)
I'm Peter Rosenberg, super-underground
You know me, uh, you see my laptop, yeah, I mean
Apple is pretty mainstream but I have underground stickers
So it levels out...

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Y'all n*ggas got it twisted, we ain't the Misfits
We the sick sh*t, make the competition slit wrists
Bodybag, beats get rapped like it's Christmas
Popping tags, I stay in Dior 'cause I'm Christian
n*gga listen: I been killing sh*t since I was the
Age of the face that R. Kelly p*ssed in
In the booth, I'm brawling to be like the Pistons
Only smoke flight, you can't hit if you ain't pitched in!
And b*tch stop talking, let the marijuana sink in
And when that chauffeur roll up, you better get in
You and your 6 friends, even your big friend
Got a gang of wolves that slay hoes like henchmen
O.F. kill someone, yeah n*gga we shipped it
Local ass n*gga, we overseas on you dipsh*ts
Walking flex tweet, motherf*cker take a Twitpic
Kidnapped the game and it won't quit b*tching

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Duct tape, bow knife, now I’m breaking in homes
And now I’m in the closet with Kelly, we’re watching The Throne
And 'til I get that mothaf*cka I'll be watching ya home
And gonna tryna go harder than me hiding a boner
With lights on it, see I was the loner
Now I got a bunch of f*cking Lindsay Lohans
That don’t even know me, tryna get me that old hand
Job, f*ck that ho blow me
The G.I. Joe of O.F. is slowly
Solely running sh*t his toes is swollen
Goblin left the bridge, no more patrolling
Stick my finger in any hole I can find, f*ck bowling
I’m making that bread, jabronni, and the green sh*t that’s growing is stuck
My Bank account is molding
Me and Wanda Sykes was holding hands 'til I eat her cooter
Like a fresh bowl of Ravioli, Chef Boyar-T
On tour, had to make a couple pit stops
Ended at this f*cking hipster club called the Pin Drop
Where they said they hated on me and Odd Future kids
And how much they really love underground hip-hop
We don’t give a f*ck like a virginized di*k c*ck
After being tickled by a couple Eddie Bishops
Young n*ggas OF, got this
Come to my show and see n*ggers in the moshpit
Cat on my cotton, zebra print 5 panel from Jebbia
Now I’m flyer than an ostrich
VMA nom, yes! Video my set
Harder than Nakel not nolling a nine-set
Thrasher, billboard, cover of them issues
Boy flow colder than O'Shea stuck in an igloo
I'mma f*ck the game 'til my herpes-covered di*k's bruised
Yeah, golf
[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Stones Throw underground, they make a lot of cool shirts with like Biggie
You know, sh*t from ‘94 that only hip-hop heads would know
A random boombox, and some other sh*t that these young n***as wouldn’t know about
‘Cause, you know, I’m old as f*ck
Well, uh, bye!