Tron Cat lyrics

[Intro: Syd & Tyler, The Creator]
La-la-la, la
La-la-la
Ah

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator & Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
Satan's gettin' jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferrin' us
Books on not givin' a f*ck is what they're referring us (Wolf Gang)
Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderers
And young enough to get the f*cking priest to come and flirt with us (b*tch)
You n*ggas rap about f*cking b*tches and getting head
Instead, I rap about f*cking b*tches and gettin' heads
While you n*ggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby (Ah)
I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist
I f*ck b*tches with no permission and tend to hate sh*t
Brag about the actions in a rhymin' pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our categore
Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store
This the type of sh*t that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore
That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella)
I hate this, screamin', "f*ck patience"
Got a n*gga shakin' like the calmest, f*cking Haitian (Ha-ha)
After chronic masturbation, askin' where Mary Kate went
I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate di*k (Hate di*k)
I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose
She runnin' 'round this motherf*cking dungeon, her legs loose (On God)
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one (La, la)
Honey on that toppin' when I stuff you in my system (La, la)
Rape a pregnant b*tch and tell my friends I had a threesome (La, la)
You got a f*cking death wish? I'm a genie, it'll get done
Nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some dressin' pourin' out a teacup
b*tch, I'm Tyler, The Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
Rubber more than the f*cking bottom of a sneaker
Jeeper the f*cking creeper, get your daughter and keep her
In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper
Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarrassed
Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands (b*tch)
Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics
Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to f*ck Eric
Put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now it's time to fish her like Derek
Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson's tryin' to suck our di*k
Hippopot the f*cking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleadin' squaders
Gave the team a bunch of f*cking bees and the Keke Palmer
They will never catch him or catch up
They asked me what it was, I told them f*ckers it was ketchup
Nutty like my Chex Mix, she bleedin' from her rectum
Odd Future wolves stirrin' ruckus, throwin' sets up, yeah (Wolf Gang)
This the type of sh*t that make children break in apartments
When you tell a f*cking orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thin (I hate you)
Starve her 'til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover
Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder
Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland
Catch me with a bunch of f*cking Mexicans crossin' the border (Arriba)
I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
'Cause I'll be too f*cking busy tryna flirt with Jesus daughter (f*ck Mary)
I'm awesome, and I f*ck dolphins
Sicker than the starvin' Nigerian kids barfing (Blegh)
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Nazi bar mitzvah
With your sister at the bar playin' leg and arm twister
Evident that I'm the sh*t, I'm the Pooh like Tigger di*k
I got these cracker doctors saying, "Yeah, Bob, this n*gga's sick"
Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry
Because I'm the blackest skinhead (Skinhead) since India Arie (India Arie)
I don't smoke weed, so no need for the matches
I said "f*ck coke" and now I'm snortin' Hitler's ashes
I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma
Being the only bast*rd in a box logo casket (Casket)
Rashes on my di*k from licks of shishkabob Sagets
In some Kanye West glasses screaming out, "f*ck faggots"
Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's di*k
Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
What the f*ck?
I, I'm speechless, that was—f*ck
sh*t, Tyler, you're- you're gonna need some help
I'm not a—f*ck it, different subject
How that girl you were tellin' me about?