Tyler, The Creator - Oblivion lyrics

White bitches, white girls, white drugs
Black girls don't do it but my type does
Fuck it in my white van
Beat her with a nice white nightstand
Until I give her gashes where it's
Nothin' but the white meat
E T-IH, W's, double D's on her knees
White gargle yellow fuckin' bumblebees
Use whitey's as my dinner
Course for intercourse
So much fuckin' white make Darth
Vader have a thinner force but of course
I'm the white boy that shows no remorse
Pull up on a stark with enough
White to kill a horse
Blacc Friday, fuck a Nigga Friday, umm
Wolf Gang make a white
Pregnant bitch wan' abort
Bring the remainin' red and white
Pieces to the fort odd Future
There wolves bang where a couple bears hang
With a white box logo with a couple stains
From a black creampie in a whitey
Make it light gray

Oh wow, Obilivion stump
I do not know how that dead
Body got inside of my trunk
What the fuck? Gee Willikers and no
I'm not drunk i coulda sworn that Budweiser
Can read fruit punch
Let you sip casually when
You tryna lose calories i'm not a murderer
This occurance that isn't happenin'
Is sporadically damagin' my reputation
See I'm a good guy but
When I see dead casualties
My penis gets erected and
Nipples are such aroused
And the blouses of these bitches always
End up in my house and three hours in the
Showers with the corpse
I've ejaculated enough semen to
Sink a boat what, umm
Riley's body's entirely covered and tied up
From my desire, now look at the fuckin' irony
I killed my manager with an iron
All because the bitch finally
Decided to fire me
Back at Travis' house even though
That faggot admires me
All because I heard that he
Was talkin' to Danielle
So now that I finally made
That fags head handheld
He can finally help me masturbate
And read fan mail (no homo)
First letter says motherfucker you're dead
The king of comedy heard
Everythin' that you said
And Just in Time your head is mine
You crossed the fuckin' line
Like them dirty Mexicans
Second letter reads: "Hey son, it's me"
Fuck you, I'm a subject without my permission
Third letter quote hey Ace
I'm addicted to coke
Wanna ask how I been so?
I make songs about shit for attention
Put them out randomly hopin' that I get some
I got problems in my head that I want, no
But I don't trust anybody, yeah no one
Savin' up 24 bullets with gun
Cause I got demons that I cannot let out, umm
Hopefully the next album can help me out
Cause I'm now
Livin' this life with foolproof doubts
So, I just need someone to talk to
Kinda rushed
But nobody gives a fuck, fuck it
Signed anonymous