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[Tyler] In this f*ckin' line at Ralph's buyin' granola bars Left my member's card and now this shit gon' have an extra charge This old b*tch in front of me buyin' a color printer TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner [Domo] So here I am at the store for some chips That I'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip But I'mma cut through the line to get outta this b*tch [Tyler] What the f*ck, who the f*ck's this gay n*gga in fake Gucci? Jordan numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus Hey you, what the f*ck you think you doin'? [Domo] N*gga f*ck you! I'm just eatin' ruffles, gotta lotta stuff, fool So, why don't you f*ckin' wait that stupid look on your face [Tyler] Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns And shoot caps and knee caps to make it harder to run And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun [Domo] N*gga, I'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half Look up at the aftermath, blow some f*ckin' hash and laugh [Tyler] I'm a f*ckin' ninja and a jedi and I am from Compton Better pick a better option 'fore these Nikes get to stompin' Chompin' at your oxygen chords, you fat fake Kenan Thompson Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it poppin' [Domo] I bet you lock and drop it faggot b*tch, you ain't from Compton Dumbo ears, you Mary Poppin with the piece that Gill was rockin' I will f*ckin' beat yo ass, box logos through the glass I'll hit you hooky like you skippin' class, lee would get the math [Tyler] Oh really? You're silly givin' tip drills to nilly Get them Ruffles no ... cause Kiara might kill me Aw, f*ck this, I'm grabbin' two kitchen knives And stabbin' this Ice Cube look-a-like to show you a n*gga with attitude [Domo] Wait, I heard about you from that other n*gga Earl How you traveled to Milan and now only likes girls I'll roundhouse you into a f*ckin' basket Push you into an old lady baggin' plastic Hope you get the message, I will stomp you into potholes And fill you up with shells but you're used to eatin' tacos [Tyler] Oh, a Taco joke, Domo smoke, I heard Your album sound like some shit a fake Wiz Khalifa papa wrote I'm insulted, shit, damn, somebody grab the Charmin Nevermind these messages, Monica her n*gga [Domo] Swift maids, switch blades, made a big incision in him Red dot his forehead cause Riley's into Hinduism And hipsters who happen to be your listeners Doobies roll your booty ho Alexis know the truthy, bro [Tyler] Oh, a Lexus? I drive that all around The western hemisphere like all of Kiara's ex's And bet this, I'm a mothaf*ckin' monster F*ck talkin', I'll stab you with this f*ckin' rocket launcher [Domo] When I cock the beam back, I'm aimin' for Supreme hats Go to hell, I mean that, burn you like green backs [Tyler] You don't mean that, you faggot, I'll get your back and I'll snap it And strangle you with that f*ckin' leather jacket Fall, b*tch, give me everythin', I'm takin' all this And fleein' the scene on Rufus, my evil walrus, b*tch F*ck you, I'm out [Domo] I'm high as f*ck and I didn't call for all this I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass |