No Idols lyrics

by

Earl Sweatshirt


[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Haley, Domo Gen' in this b*tch
I mean the building, we came with planes and two Taliban kids
Some gasoline, me and Domo, we're two talented kids
b*tch, I'm back like my jump on Jimmy Fallon's ribs
You think I give a f*ck? Axes get to hackin' at di*ks
Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz
Man, this rap sh*t is borin', this tourin' is tearin' me a new as*h*le
I'm not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor
That's 'cause I'm up 'til four in the morning recordin', f*ck it
If you think I'm a di*k, you b*tch, then why don't you, shove it
Up your f*ckin' ass, I mastered this sh*t like I'm, Grudman
Cuban chain tucked 'cause you know I don't like, stuntin'
But since we're on the subject, I'm good, bruh it's, nothin'
Lettuce in my pocket, salty n*ggas need to, catch up
You're full of bologna if you do not think my, bread's up
But let us get this cheese, you musta heard Rella
Never mind, you don't even like Sandwiches, fella
And I'm still f*ckin' hungry, that's probably 'cause I'm African
Domo, thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again
Actually, f*ck this, Adult Swim pays good
Loiter Squad season two, b*tch, I wanna act again

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[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
Liftin' up like the collar of Kanye on College Dropout
To be honest, when I drop it, I'm knockin' the whole block out
Off the glass, even when it look good, I still box out
b*tch, regardless, I'm the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out
Smellin' like success, leave the room, I bet it linger
Word slinger, oh, it's itchin', I'm fixin' the trigger finger
I don't get respect, it's like somebody gotta die tonight
Type to hit my special five times in a title fight

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Six in the morning, asthma flared and there's snot in my nose
The needle got me sick, whatever, Robitussin will get it
I'm a dragon, I speak Portuguese and Spanish
I drive a wagon, mama said that I could be anything I imagine
I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one
'Cause twenty-three's too late, I'm done
I wool-knitted this purse and bullsh*tted this verse
But lucky enough, the di*k-riders will still go berserk
It's No Idols, n*gga
Domo Genesis

[Verse 4: Domo Genesis]
I got the game toe-touchin' like it's pigeon-toed
Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals
Listen, yo, quit the b*tchin', why you timid?
I got this sh*t controlled, boy, I be the illest, feel it in my soul
For all you know, I'm ultimate soldier type, it's a horror story
Reason you feelin' worried, 'cause I'm the poltergeist
I'm the evil thought that's approachin' 'em on the coldest nights
So when they ask me if I'm 'bout to kill 'em, tell 'em, "Sho', you're right"
I got my focus right as you could f*ckin' see now
Plannin' for my spot, make you forget it like you senile
Doc*ment my awesomeness 'cause I don't like to freestyle
I like to hit the dougie while she suckin' on my penile
Domo Genesis, what I tell them b*tches I'm finished with
Spit the sickest sh*t, don't put them tickets on your Christmas list
Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists
sh*t, watch these n*ggas just spaz on some schizophrenic sh*t (No Idols)
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