Tyler, The Creator, Hodgy - Burger lyrics

Uh, Jesus, heheh

Nigga, this is my cup drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck
So I would really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought I'm often lost in (Fuck it)
Put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference
Just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt fuck a couple Rots
In the Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light
From my bright sparkling cock-a doodle
Eatin' toaster strudel
At a nude beach in Rome
In a black Bape spaghetti strap
Made of Ramen noodles my bitch is bad
Mixed with a thicky ass get my dicky rocky
This will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face
Now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college, mommy
I am ditching class
I rather be happy than fucking forty
So fuck that teacher's lecture
I'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope– (They didn't like it) Oh, well
Let's get XXL to write us a fucking story
It's sitting right in my lap, I see it (Hey)
Scribbled across the lines, I read it (Hey)
I'm the fucking poet who knows it
You know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language (Hey)
You scared of war? I'm all anxious
We got the Angus if you want beef (Hey)
Now that's a burger for ya ass, nigga
(Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for ya ass, nigga
(Put on the cheese)
Oh, now that's a burger for ya ass, nigga
(Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have that burger, eat it fast, nigga

Fucking aw, get you some
Obviously intended pun
Same time it took Jason Dill
To get the stitching done
Custom made, one of one
Sold out Roxy performance
Ski mask color of a pickle
Just to perform "Sandwitches"
Started back in fucking London
Cracker children wanted something
They could bump and punch a
Bunch of fucking faces (Stomp 'em out)
Moshing pit's to breaking arms
Zombie Circus, not a carn–
Evil wolves is on the farm
And were all evil harmed any sheep creep
Quiet tendered sleep make a peep
Fucking body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her
Titties like a fucking Greek god
Bastard was the shit
Explains why it never leaked (Damn)
I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek
Shooting from the sky
The only problem is the missing beak
(Once I have my wings
And my motherfucking chain)
Oh, that's the black talking in me
Let me down a couple cups of bleach
It's sitting right in my lap, I see it (Hey)
Scribbled across the lines, I read it (Hey)
I'm the fucking poet who knows it
You know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language
You scared of war? I'm all anxious
We got the Angus if you want beef (Hey)
Now that's a burger for ya ass, nigga
(Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for ya ass, nigga
(Put on the cheese)
Oh, now that's a burger for ya ass, nigga
(Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have that burger, eat it fast, nigga
(Swag)

Free Earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree
Lick a couple pimple-covered clit's
From some stripping lesbian dykes
That fight niggas
That like to rap about those
Dykes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit
Let's talk business
Acquire more currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake' house and play
Goblins in his kitchen
Then force him and his mom
To listen to track six, then
If he doesn't like it
I'll just slice his fucking dick and
Put it in the cabinet where the
Fucking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures, and
Post 'em on my Twitter, then
Go to Jimmy Fallon, like "Faggot
When we perfomin'?" then a bunch of Golf
Wang niggas start stormin' on the stage
In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha
Better get your tanks before
This wolf war's over
History repeats it'self, I'm a OF soldier