Tyler, The Creator - Tron Cat lyrics

Satan's gettin jealous of the wolves
The demons said they preferrin' us
Books on not givin' a fuck is what they referrin' us
Wolves, I know you heard of us; we murderous
And young enough to get the fuckin' priest to come and flirt with us
You niggas rap about fuckin' bitches and gettin' head
Instead I rap about fuckin' bitches and gettin' heads
While you niggas stackin bread
I could stack a couple dead bodies
Making red look like less of a color, more of a hobby
I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission, they tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
'Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in my cata'
Gore torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown wanna kick a whore
That make songs about the wet blockers, when it rains, it pours
I hate this, screamin' "Fuck Patience!"
Got a nigga shakin' like the calmest fuckin' Haitian
After chronic masturbation; askin' where Mary Kate went
I wanna be the reason why all lesbians hate dick
I'll make this damn bull winkle the red moose
Game of duct, duct, duct tape with a dead goose
She run around this mothafuckin' dungeon, her legs loose
Until I accidentally get this saw to her head, oops
Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth
One, honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system
Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome
You got a fuckin' death wish, I'm a genie, it'll get done
Nice to meet ya, but it's more pleasant to eat ya
With a leaf and salad and some dressing pourin' out a teacup
Bitch, I'm Tyler The Creature, suck ya feet up like a beach of leeches
Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker whore
Jeeper the fuckin' Creeper, get ya daughter and keep her
In the Jeep 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
Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to The Berrics
Stare at Steve say it Koston to fuck Eric
Put her in the lake, her body seems great
Now it's time to fish her, like Derrick
Satan's us, we're dangerous
We're tradin' kids for angel dust
Snuff and sniff; now that Michael Jackson's tryna suck out dick
Hippo to fuckin' llamas; dead bodies cheerleading squaders
Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer
They will never catch him or catch up
They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup
Nutty like my Chex Mix, she's bleeding from her rectum
Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up
This the type of shit that make children break in apartments
When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love him till they heart thins
Starve heart till I carve her then 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 fuckin' Mexicans crossing the border
I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touch the water
Cause I'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter
I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins
Sicker than the starving Nigerian kids barfin'
Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah
With ya sista at the bar playing leg and arm twister
Evident that I'm the shit; I'm the Pooh like Tigger's dick
I got these cracker doctors saying, "Yeah, Bob, this nigga sick"
Animal safari if I offend you, I'm sorry because
I'm the blackest skin head since India Arie
I don't smoke weed so no need for matches
I said, "Fuck coke", and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes
I plan on either dying from suicide or my asthma
Being the only bastard in box logo casket
Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob sagets
In some Kanye West glasses screaming out, "Fuck faggots"
Catch me in the attic taking photos of my dad's dick
Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic