King Thomas, Tyler, The Creator - Rappin’ Like Soulja lyrics

To get my money, have to swipe my card
Neil Armstrong was on
The moon, maybe he was rock
Hard you know the name
It is K to the T, I slam you so hard, got
You buzzing like a bee i'm
On a skateboard, a hippie, going 360

It's me
I'm back once more just to kick you in your
Neck, from the dick-faced whore in
Your bedroom making love
I remember way back when I touched
Her butt at the pub
My little 5 year old brother
Was on my computer
Looking at anorexic flexible little girls
On PornHub and when
I walked in on him and caught him
I said "What in the fuck!"
He said it's not what you think and I
Said "Your fucking disgusting" "Hey, don't
Swear, that's inappropriate" bitch
Look who's
Talking? "I'm gonna tell Mom on you" I
Said, then he pulled out 10 bucks
He said my friend gave this to
Me, It's covered in honey, yeah guess what
It's money i said "Stop being funny, are you
Trying to bribe me", he
Said no, then I told on him anyways he got
A beating later from his mommy on a Sunday
He got payback by getting me drunk off wine
Once I was sober, i
Saw a bottle with the word
Payback on it, "Hey!", i said

I'm psychedelic like a pair of
Chicken wings, I'm a Taco
Get it? Remember Odd
Future, no? You don't? Fine, I'mma still fuck
Your bitch, rip off my dong
Get high and replace my
Dick with a bong so I can smoke
From my genitalia in a minute, dog this is
Not my song this time, It's KT's song, I
Wish I got more lines, oh wait, i
Have 42? Great, now I can, wait
I'm over 42 i don't give
A fuck and rules are rules, but
In this case it ain't
So I'mma kill this dude i have to make
The plan so I can make more lines
You might've thought I was normal before
But now
I've fucking lost my mind, I noticed most
Of the words I said haven't rhymed
So why am I plotting to kill this guy?

When you say that, you sound that psychotic
Ripping necks off of
Your office, wait, that made no
Sense, the song is ending, so my life ends