Canteloup lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Verse]
I’m the cannibal, inspired by Hannibal
Trapping hoes in a truck filled with antelopes
And ripe cantaloupes, aerial, with a terror flow
Within the scenario, lean back to clash
Without the styrofoam, I'm digging burials
You can’t stomach me well, cause' I don’t digest
I come back to set, with three times within tied triplex
Tasteless, I don’t like these n*ggas, try me
My style 3 times good as the lines
These n*ggas write, they better but, nah
Hectic, bars from the brain, ethics of best sh*t
Asbestos, non-flame resistant, in sections
I don’t like these pussies, but not sexist infectious
Leaving peasants, in wrecks, and like girl chains necklace
Infected with flows, that'll make a dragon relaxing
Pick the sightings, slicing, dump rappers, like scuba diving
Bad luck, advocate giving wood like a cabinet, elastic bars, Laminated, catch up to me, no accidents happening
My bars complex, a walk through the park it be ambulant, Blastphamous, blast came straight back
Like the posture of a chimpanze, with the lines like a abacus
Shots straight fired, like no job, and like crapulence
Out this world, astrogate, cannabis smoking, laughing
And I confirm I go hard, cerebral need a banishment
Contaminant, I animate my life, the antagonist
Ethereal, no miracle period, bout real lyrics
So f*ck with me, and I'll throw you f*ck n*ggas into oblivion, gone

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