Sleep Freestyle lyrics

[Spoken Word: Tyler, The Creator]
You on the internet and sh*t, and, uh...
These motherf*ckers be postin' videos and songs like:
"Uh, oh, the-uh, this the motherf*ckin' Blame It On The Throne Freestyle."
n*gga, that wasn't a f*ckin' freestyle, n*gga
You... pre-wrote that sh*t and just spit it on a f*cking camera
I don't really get why these motherf*cking rappers is like...
They-they don't wanna freestyle no more, it's like...
We ain't got no more n*ggas that can really f*ckin' spit off the top o' the dome
So this n*gga Left Brain gave me a f*cking beat, alright?
Um, I really liked this sh*t, I'mma just f*cking freestyle on it
And this n*gga f*ckin' Hodgy Beats, is-
I don't know why the f*ck he's in here but he just gonna f*ckin' handle it
So, uhhh...

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, (Hodgy)]
(Whoa!)
Yo, (Yo,) yo, (yeah,) yo, (yo)
Your b*tch pretty, she pretty, and now she screamin'
Now I fill her up with semen, all she see is sea, man (Yo)
Now you hear her voice, no pro-choice
No Odd pro-abortion on this boat
b*tch, calm down, down, Krusty The Clown makin' you laugh (Heh, yeah)
Laugh, finger in your ass, now you like, "Woah, hold up" (Woah)
"Mister, I don't know your name"
b*tch, shut the f*ck up, you are on a train, (Train) just to death
Chop your body up and put it in a freezer, (Freezer) bleed her
Before I kill her, f*ck her just to please her, (Please her) no condom
I just might disease her, and if that f*ckin' happen, f*ck it
She'll be dead, chopped up in my motherf*cking freezer (Whoo!)
You can f*ckin' get the vanilla, Minelli Liza, Aliza
Here, you want a sample? n*gga, try it (Uh)
Kinda like apprentice, n*gga fire, I'm the dentist (Yeah)
n*ggas looking at me, hair nappy, here's a brush
But she don't wanna rush, 'cause if I f*cking bust
Quick, she's gonna be p*ssed, but then I pull out
f*ck, I can't have blue balls, so b*tch start sucking my di*k (Hehehe)
And then she f*cking lick (Yo) I bust up on her face (Uh)
Now she looking like Michael Jackson
Jackson (Haha!) Now I sound like Toni Braxton
Deep voiced motherf*cker, f*ck, I had her sucking on my wrapper lollipop
Like it's a sucker, motherf*cker (b*tch!)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Back for round two, I found you
You tryna run, but I found blue, yellows over there
And the motherf*cking field where
The n*ggas wear colored pants, j*rk, and pop pills
I'm on the other side, where all the n*ggas ride, and n*ggas skate
Where we take indy b*tches with high GPAs up on a date
Where n*ggas smoke blunts and sniff coke
Where the motherf*cking freestyles never wrote, or written, i'm livin'
n*ggas sh*ttin' while i'm p*ssin' on they face, mace
Here, you call the cops, here's my phone, I'll catch a case
But I got a good lawyer, so my f*cking record erase
Just like a f*cking pencil, I'm mental
Left Brain laced this instrumental with some sh*t that’s so illegal
That he gon' have to go and fly overseas like an eagle in the winter
December, Imba, Limpa
Kick him in the leg, now he limpa, IMPA
n*ggas rollin round, Nipsey Hussle in the Impala
Lookin at me while I style on ya, oh
You mad cause I’m styling on you? Plus the call is on me?
4-5in' on em, nollie tricks on ya b*tch
Girl-boy lookin clean 'cause
You already know my hat green, and that sh*t staying Supreme, uh
You can’t f*ck with it, you little H-B
You hate me, A-C, L-B, H-B
C-V, Super 3 and brandUn DeShay
With my n*gga Domo the Gene’says, you
Hate on that O-F, that’s the best letter in the world
And I'm better better, than your better girl
She the best I’ve ever had, I- *cough cough*
Asthma- *cough* f*ck it, I’m coughin'
This the re-free- *cough cough* Oh, sh*t
*cough cough* I’m bout to hit it back *cough*
I said, this the re-freestyle, no written
I spit all my sh*t from the dome, home like a motherf*cker
n*gga leavin his college, for good, in the Hood
I’m from Ladera, not from Inglewood
Hawthorne couple times, go the city where I be
Even up in Hollywood, you could find me
I’m not a f*cking cliche, E-Shay, E, A
Oh, f*ck it, I’m over it, I got work tomorrow
Left Brain let me get a beat to borrow
Just so I could spit the sh*t quick, b*tches with some big lips
Yeah she got some big lips, a nice small tongue
For this oversized big di*k, size 12 in the shoe
32 in the jeans, skinny as f*ck
Motherf*cking T-shirt a 2X, yes
And you could ask anybody here that’s daily
b*tches feel me, f*cking iPods wanna play me
Ask me why I cuss so much, f*ck, sh*t, c*nt and di*k
Now shut the f*ck up, b*tch, eat a f*cking di*k in a blanket
I be on that stank sh*t
f*ck everybody here, what the f*ck I look like thankin'?
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator, (Left Brain)]
Oh, sh*t, the beat ended, f*ck
(It's over)
Left Brai-!