Tyler, The Creator, Jasper Dolphin - Rest Stop (Freestyle) lyrics

Unreleased

Oh shit, where am I?
Oh this kush got a na feeling…wiped out
Anyway yeah

I smoked a cupboard of blunts
Now I’m faded to the sky
Odd Future banging on your motherfucking guys
Nas is choking, we poking, we hotboxing it
Nas is stopping it
I’m just fucking clocking it
Na, I’m about to drop it
About to gage start popping it

I don’t give a fuck, na pause it, pause it
Nah keep going, na oh, okay okay
Yo, nah nah nah
Flip the beat real quick my na that shit hot

Yo, fuck zebras and animals


I’m a motherfucking animal
Drinking Danimals, nas looking at me
I’m in your fucking Canimal hole
Eating cantaloupe with bus drivers
I’m liver than a concert
Footwork, eating top ramen I’m the top ramen
Rhymin' like a motherfucking mother goose
With your moms boots
Licking on her pussy, train on caboose like
Rolling, I’m holding a bunch of
Shit and you're folding books
I’m fucking Supreme and you nas
Still caverns and crooks
I’m fucking skating, you nas hating
Wishing you looked
As fucking awesome as Odd Future
When we be flossing
I fucked my bitch in a creek
Cause she was fucking Dawson
I see her next summer
Bummer your bitch leaving
I’m cumming, she cumming, she leaving
Cause she can’t fucking breathe
Because I fucking fucked her
Without an inhaler
Pulling weave out of her hair
There, look at there, look at here
Motherfucking green hat like I
Work for John Deere
Here, you nas, faggots, queers, stick
It in the ear, leave it there
Fuck debit cards!
It was the faggot-est shit I heard, all year
Except for Dom Kennedy tape
That shit was fucking gayer than rape in jail
When nas is hotter than hell
Bust a nut inside his butt
And watch the shit drip
Like a fucking pail playing in sand
You other nas fucking a man, like damn
Like, hot, I’m hotter than
Bacon inside the pan, na
Up at the derby playin

What’s good my na okay, fuck it, I’m done
MY na Jasper, na! Yo
's on some crazy shit like
I don’t rap but I might fucking suck

I got the bitch naked, now I’m bout to fuck
Sike bitch, I pull out the knife
Now that’s wassup (BITCH)
Yeah, I’m about to murder this bitch
About to eat a bitch Eat her
Pussy like it’s some fucking grit's
I fucked up on the beat (Croissant, na)
My rhyme's kinda wack i don’t give a fuck
I got Odd Future tatted on the back
We gang banging, the nas just changing
Bitch I pull out four dollars, bitch
You ain’t got more change than Megan
Megan overlord, I’m fucking overlord
I’m taking drugs
So I can fucking be over overlord
I mean the overdose
Now I’m dead up on the floor
I’m about to go into
Another world or something

I don’t, I don’t, I don’t plan on going
To heaven, I want to go to hell
So I can play Xbox and shit

Fuck Jesus, I’m a motherfucking demon
Fill your bitch with semen
Now she sucking semen cause her
Breath is like a c-cup, d’d up
I'm motherfucking ODD’d up
Box fucking logos for you homos
You don’t skate
Motherfucker eat my dinner, here’s a plate
And bet you fucking go nuts like graduation
I’m motherfucking Tyler, The Creator
Creation motherfucking known for
Chr-chr-chronic masturbation
Jacking off and wacking off
You motherfuckers wack
I be playing with your bitches
Xbox like it was Microsoft
Na I’m writing off
Na I’m coming off the top of the dome
Fuck the home, fuck 2DopeBoyz and Nah Right
I say that shit from my heart
Here’s the motherfucking start of the end
Fuck it i’m coming back like your ex-friend
Ya girl that you fucked and you been
Knowin’ her since your world started
I like fat buff bitches farting
And young age bitches who ain’t caught an ID
You don’t know me, I’m sicker like the HIV
Just like my dad when he tried to
Try to stick it in me i’m A-C-E

The beat boutta beat about to stop
Just, yeah, just hit that shit, fuck it

Since the beat bout to drop
It’s about to stop
I’m bout to pop, I’m bout to lock
I’m bout to drove
In a car, arriving to the store
Fuck that was the end of the beat
I don’t give a fuck I don’t need no beat na
I’m I’m about to try some LA hip-hop shit
Rolling down Fairfax
I got my fucking fear back
I paid all the fare for you
Faggots come to hear hats
I mean the fear facts that
Buys a fucking hundred hats
You fucking faggots wearing jeans that can't
Fuck! Just fuck!

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
That's Taco dave Palm likes my-
DEBIT CARD! Oh shit there’s no beat but
I still get it on, yeah I’m getting off
"'Von like my dick" you’re gay
Imma call you d-