[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator]
Skate park 'til the days dark
Then it's Roscoe's with the whole f*ckin' G-olf Wang
Wolf Gang, same thing, just the G's off
Sick f*ck, I got many germs, I feel like Adolf
Hey, y'all motherf*ckers thought I was gonna fall off
Sorry, future brighter than what Stevie Wonder ain't saw
Ain't y'all jaw hurtin' from the hate, naw?
Aw, f*ck it mate, and my balls still ain't drop, pause
Sick, spittin' like the motherf*cking drool, and
Ear to a seashell listening to Frankie's new sh*t
Who's this mother f*cking crew bringin' cool back
To the rap bake sale, making all the cake back
Made about 1-0-0-0-0-0 eight stacks
In a whole f*ckin' different country where they hate rap
And they say, "Hey black?" can I get my kids back?
You brainwashed them with all that triple-sixty-six crap