AssMilk lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, Earl Sweatshirt]
Uh, addicts arise when I arrive
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Fat sack of knives in the passenger side
b*tch, reach for the door, get your access denied
I'm not an as*h*le, I just don't give a f*ck a lot
The only time I do is when a b*tch is screaming "Tyler, stop!"
The big bad wolf; to me, you're just a minor fox
Red Riding is getting some of this wolfly odder c*ck
We the n*ggas you scared of like bad dentists
Flow is anthemic, dirty like it's plants in it
Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis
To have a b*tch ready to stab a clit with some glass and sh*t
Your whole gang'll be diminished, bunch got the Brady's in it
Spit sick sh*t like my saliva got the rabies in it
f*ck rap, I'll be a landlord so I can rape the tenant's daughter
Leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it
Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carri—

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Earl Sweatshirt]
"Augh! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, stop!"
"Why did you do that?"
"Say sorry, say sorry!"
"Sorry! I'm sorry as f*ck!
"Say sorry!"
"I'm sorry as f*ck, ow, ow!"
"Say sorry!"
"I'm sorry! Don't look at this!"
"Say sorry"
"Don't look at this, ow stop!"
"Say sorry!"
"Ow! Stop 'fore you f*ck something up!"
"Say, "Sorry!"
"Say, "Sor-"
"Sorry, sorry—Uncle!"
"I f*cked this n*gga eye up man haha"
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator, Earl Sweatshirt]
Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carriers
Jim Carrey her to the cemetery to bury her
Listen busters, scarier when I finger f*ck her
After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
Took karate, mommy told me "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to f*ck me up
Had to teach the b*tch manners, now I gotta learn her
I'll beat the f*ck out your b*tch anonymous, Ike Turner
Over, sloppy seconds is my preference
Except for when I'm feeding on the flesh of a pedestrian
Nessy loch monster stop Will he though? Probably not
Silly hoes lick my balls like FIFA lollipops
Get the certain tingle, eating Häagen-Dazs
With some soccer moms where they like to f*cking sit and mingle
Watch an Animal Planet doc*ment on the Eagles
In the flyest '06 Supreme beanie, Sigel
Your grind's feeble, I'm regal, really, I'm Willy Smith
I am Legend, a snicker di*k in a vanilli chick
Come take a stab at it faggot, I pre-ordered your casket
This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack sh*t
Hat is always forest so the b*tches call me Gump
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
f*ck her in a Hummer while I rape her then I put her in a slumber
It's not a figure of speech when I tell you that I dumped her
Known narcissists, sipping on arsenic
Carved carcasses in the garage, don't park in it
Hard as finding retarded kids at Harvard
It's Wolf Gang barking keep you up like car alarms and sh*t
Over the edge, yeah I hide in a potato sack
'Cause I'm cold as ice like Anasia when she f*cking Traq
I'm the type to put you down to bring myself up
So when I rape a b*tch I hold her down and get my best nut
The reincarnation of '98 Eminem
60 Crip and Grizzly and some RMK Denim
Pay attention I'm stabbing your women friends, like a gentleman
Then dipping with the f*cking pen to go sin again
White girl, you can ask her what the di*k be like
At monster madness doing drive by's on a f*cking fixie bike
f*ck it, moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton
Oxymoron like buff faggots playing sissy dikes
This the sh*t that get cripple b*tches to hop
Dirty crack pipes lit, bullsh*t to stop, halt
Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing
I hate gays, gangbangers and f*cking j*rkers
Unless it's gay gangbangers, that's f*cking j*rkers
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, I'm not gay, faggot
Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wu-Tang banging in your system
Probably banging in your sister
With my children swimming in her system
Let me say this sh*t in slow-mo, homo
You don't f*cking skate, take off that box logo