Welcome Home Son lyrics

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
Ridin' 'round town same old seven stilo
n*gga couldn't change you could blame it on my ego
Yungun started grinding man I did it on the d-low
Came back shining with that 4th quarter free throw
Game time n*gga even if get the rebound
Hoes tryna figure where I be now
But that love sh*t ain't somethin' I don't see now
Lost, still profound, and every day it go down
My n*ggas got a name now
These other n*ggas lame now
So I do my thang just to bring them haters pain now
n*gga Matt Martians told the boy to write a verse
Came in killin' ain't even need to rehearse
Swear I take it down and I make that girl disperse
And I ain't just kill it man I put it in a hearse, I'm back home, like

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Suck it up, c*ck it up
Time is when the clock is up
Cause you don't have to talk for us to chop it up (Chop it up?)
Freezer burn, erection when I see you squirm
For me not to get inside your face I'm the newest dermatologist
Blood on my shirt no one acknowledged it
From teenage babes leaving dates I got to followin'
Swallow it, clean it off, polish it
Axe you up in the back of my shack, f*ck some hollow tips
Throw you in my deep creek of self-esteem on some shallow sh*t
The Kids used to tease now I'm hiding in the leaves of the trees where the school where their teen daughter attend
I grab them by the pelgro throw them in the passenger
To balance up the color of my van it matches egg yolk
My only f*cking way to calm down, the view of dead folk
"This movie f*ckin sucks"
Because the pay per view is dead ho now shut the f*ck up and work magic with esophagus