Back on My Bullsh*t! lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Verse 1: Club5ifty]
Back on my bullsh*t, I'm dusting off my tool kit
Spooly and the MASTAMIIND will, show you how
To do this, Nicky green goo drip
You can't get a good grip, y'all
Some belts, I can hear you
Squeaking, when you slip
Back on my bullsh*t like a bullwhip
Snap back got a knack for the attack
On some rude sh*t, got a sh*tty attitude
I am not your f*cking dude, you don't
Think be like it is, but it f*cking do
I don't owe a thing to you, I ain't tryna
Hear you talk, artillery Messiah crossing
Ponds with the gun walk, walk tall over
Bodies in hall, I go so hard it's retarded
And I hope they hear the call, hope they
Heed the reason, I'm scheming whipping
The game raw, it's the season for suicide
And for treason, it's time for dead leaves
Time to feel your blood freezing
That Jersey Devil Demon came
When momma rolled the dice
The old shuck came and ripped
The soul from my life, guess I owe
Someone a debt, must have traded
Them my light, I ain't got sh*t to
Show, I must be the Antichrist

[Hook: Club5ifty]
Back on my bullsh*t, I'm dusting off my tool kit
Spooly and the MASTAMIIND will, show you how
To do this, Nicky green goo drip
You can't get a good grip, y'all
Some belts, I can hear you
Squeaking, when you slip

[Verse 2: MASTAMIIND]
Back on my BS, I'll never been less
The treason, is how they know best
I can shoot my self, in the selfish chest
And come out like 50, without a bullet
Proof vest, b*tch I'm brazy, with the main
You disintegrate, when you in the maze
Better be prepared, I be killing these n*ggas
I wouldn't care, I would, but I don't wanna
Get up from my chair, keep sh*t up
Running the order, you dumb, like retarded
Disorders, I'm mentally dead, f*cked up
In the head, at this point, I don't give a damn
You the best, nope, not even sorta
Feeling like Uzi, I am a high roller, skateboard
Need jets, but I can't afford em'
Impeccable just question, your daughter
n*ggas like sh*t is, unfair, that guy
Is always killing tracks, he lyrically weird
I plan to hit you like a deer in the light
Of a Chevrolet, when I'm in the place
I eliminate, get the keys to the safe, what
I do is not safe, sh*t similar, to rape, if
The beat, had a hands, it would sign a restraint
Suck on my, wait, I can't even give a sh*t
So matter fact, suck my rubber covered
Ever loving, covered in "I Cannot Believe It's"
Butter, butter, summoned by a dyke with a perm
To spit, and burn a cigarette on, and licked
Dadibbadi*k, I'm be on the list of best
Lyricist, no assist, I'm thinking that's about it, my dog

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