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Seven

アーティスト:Tyler, The Creator  アルバム:Bastard 

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I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders I give a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxin' at Happy Camper It's the fuckin' financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxin', I'm taxin' "Fuck 'em all!" I'm chantin', don't complain I'm just rantin' Fuck ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariot I'm a liar like Carrey in "Liar, Liar" I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, Cable guy like Larry Peter Pan in my youth, fucking fairies I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste Fuck it, Odd Future some nazis, black nazis don't copy We perfect, you sloppy, huddled and slightly tacky Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet Screw you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett Endotherms and jaguars, drug dealers and crackers Able students and slackers I'm backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93 Escaping from concentration camps with a fucking girl born in a ramp That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that's VVS Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny Sup on my hat like that motherfucker Frannie White, red-headed bitch reminded me of Annie She dyno like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me Fuck you bunches here, never disrespect my family That's for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie Wasted fuckin' youth? All you old niggas antiques We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from Randy Bitches like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy Motherfuckers wanna be Odd but you can't be


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