Tyler, The Creator - Lucky Charms lyrics

So many good reviews off of Bastard
I celebrated
Getting masturbated by my pastor
Now he's in a plastic, on the kitchen table
Near a bowl of Lucky Charms
And the newest Thrasher

When I say Wolf Gang, you say fuck that
Room full of wolves
Inhalers and used blunt wraps
Fingers in the middle of
Bitches bodacious butt cracks
Enough fucking atheist rappers to
Get a nun slapped
Um, that's not a potato, give me my gun back
Before I blast bigger than pimples
On Big Pun's back
Black fat bitches was washin' on my dishes
And using my large stick on her
Lips like my cum's chapped
I love Jews but I hate faggots


And bitches who be nagging about
Me taking the trash out
I got a fuckin' can of whoop ass
Who wants to pack it going ape shit in the
Newest bape straight jacket
With six dicks of chap stick
Sticking in my black lips
Six sippie cups full of
Sick shit enhancements wolf Gang spit right
Ain't been this much fuckin' crack rock music
Since free way had flip side
So get low, lower than a ditch
I'm with some retarded bitch
Hoping she know how to kiss low
They know, I'm the clinic's aid and I'm sick
So they clap for me kinda like
A herpe on the lip with some tutor bitch
Tryna tickle wetback hooter this
Bitch acting I still did not know with it
Until I put this cock on, the end of clitoris
Fucking this game I used this
Shit as spit as lubricant
So who you with? (Umm, fuck)
I got this fuckin' gun
You better say yes you stupid bitch
Before you lose your wrist and rich
Make you do some dick i'm fucking crazy
Well I guess I am if these shoes will fit
Fuck the Key club, they wanna ban 'em
I got fucking fans from Compton to Montana
To Indiana
Where deaf dwarfs still don't understand 'em
Because yelling at midgets is like
Me beefing with brandUn (Fuck him)
Stomp 'em out, with these crab ass Nikes
Make it look like some slob
Scribbled all on his white Tee
Invite me, come on
You got a better chance to getting Shake
My dad and Earl's motherfuckin'
Momma to like me (Bitch)
Animals is farming you
Patrick this is barnacles
Said he gave Ace a spongejob at the carnival
And Spongebob got his head knocked from
The piss that Ace got
Nigga's soft as baby cock and the cotton swab

This that fuck music
Put your shit and fuck to it
Shouldn't give one when your bumping
In the trunk to it grab a couple gats
Stuff 'em in your backpack and
Then take 'em to school
For show and tell day
Screamin' "fuck students"
Locate the bitch that didn't
Wanna give you kiss then get her tit's
Then use your fists to add
A couple lumps to it
Shoot the faculty for taking hats
You stupid butts
Skip the music teacher and the
Janitor you real cool with
Continue this procedure until lunch
Is through with
Go home out the back like a scared student
Keep a low pro, until you on your block
Then you just make it home in time
For new news brief at 2ish
Stuck at all this bible study
Shit is not fun
Me and wolf gang go jump nuns for hot fun
Playing with the bell when shots heard
And cops come
But I'm still punchin' this bitch out
I'm not done sittin' in my room masturbating
Truthful, these lyrics are relating
Like my dad did
I make music for teenagers and bad ass kids
Bastard touched more boys than
Your local church did
Killing these niggas off quick
Don't believe me then watch me
Empty out a full clip
Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch
That wasn't bullets
That was copies of Bastard you bitch