Tyler, The Creator - Sorry Freestyle lyrics

Um'sup, cock fucking face niggas?
It's your boy Ace, man um
I'm in fucking Sacramento right now and shit
Mom just moved
I've got nothing better to do out here
So I'm just gonna freestyle for you
Dick sucking motherfuckers, alright?
Ready? Who you with? Nah, I'm playingum
Alright, let's see
This some exclusive shit, nigga um
I'm really gonna freestyle
None of this shit written like these other
Motherfuckers do alright?

Free styling, and that nigga Wild N' Out
Like Nick Cannon fuck on
Rock or bammin' Obama
I'mma fuckin' bomb ya have to be
Something with your mamma and Osama
Bin Laden
That nigga been hidin' probably been
Ridin' in the dirty
Eating on my dad's white stuff, like Mcflurry
Nigga's can't burn me i am not a book
You can't learn me
But don't fuck me, you cannot yearn me
I am not a fucking check, you cannot earn me
What the fuck else rhymes with earn? Bernie
Bernie and irk, irk and Kirk
And Kirk is fucking Berk and
Berk is fucking Bobby
Bobby's fucking auntie, Johnny johnny fucking
Nanny, auntie johnny's fucking Chuck
And Chuck is fucking Bobby
So, it's like a threesome
With eighteen more fucking people
I'm a fucking zero, your a fucking two
Plus eight, six i can't count
That's why I won't amount to shit
But I got a big dick
And it's growing and my
Fucking lyrics keep flowing
And my mother fucking spit keep getting on
My fucking clothes and the camera
Lens i am in the mother fucking camera bends
I don't make sense
But I could give a damn if
Your bitch is a man
If your mother fucking head hurt
From working all day if your momma's dead
She be sucking dick and fucking pussy
Blunt ashtrays with your uncle
Fuck 'em, fuck you if you looking at this
Fuck you here, you is a mother fucking queer
Shout out to Odd Future
Peas 'n Carrots we gon sit down and say
Cheers i just though of that right now
Actually, I thought about that two
Minutes ago we can go
Find a ho, or a slut, or a bitch
Open up her legs and probably bust
A nut in her hair spit up on the lens
Lens up on the spit this camera's shit
Hopefully, some nigga's will get me a cannon
Back to my first line
Bammin Obama fuck you and your fucking momma
And your momma's cousin, they be
Buzzing, they be smoking
And then they coke, and then they drink
And then they play Young dro
In a Lincoln i'm winking
I'm lying, and your bitch is lying
Because the bitch got shot
And her fucking mom's dying
No, she's not dying
I'm lying her fucking uncle
Bobby just got shot with a BBgun
Nigga's better run
My dick's a gun, and it's about to
Cum blow you in your mouth, yeah
I blow it in your mouth
Get it? No, you don't yes, you will, no
I won't fuck, I'm running out of breath need
A fucking, inhaler before I fucking
Inhale ya
This shit is recording, now I gotta
Save you like I'm jesus Christ, but I'm not
And hopefully the nigga behind me
Don't have a knife
I'm home alone, and I got my own bone
This is my own song
Actually, I'm going home tonight actually
I'm lying, I ain't right yep, yeah
Eah no, I'm going theres, to the house

I'm from Hawthorne, the dirty dirty
Where niggas get stabbed up
Where niggas get rabbed up in rasbeads
And when I say rasbead, nigga's get
Raped no homo, we're not fruity
We're not rasbead
We're the other b2k members we're
Not fucking white winter, like December
We're low so, like fall in
Like September, or October, or November
I thought I told you, fuck i'm sick of
Fucking rapping, I'm sick
Of fucking clapping
For you mother fuckers that's rapping
Saying that I freestyle, bring
The pain nigga, this
Is not a freestyle i'm not stupid
Your not Lil Wayne these nigga's say
Fuck I'm not gonna get up
Into it because these wallet
Chain niggas gonna get me into it
And I'm a say screw it
But I'm not gonna chop
But I'm not Mike Jones, and
I'm not Mike Jones
Mike Jones who? Shut the fuck up
Here's a dick, dad, you can
Suck up but actually, i don't give a fuck up
I'mma a be a man about it and hopefully
Suck it up i'm talking about your dick, fuck
It you love it, no, you fucking hate it
And you fucking rate it, and degrade
It, and discard it fuck it
I'll catch you niggas tomorrow
Odd Future happy Days bicano
And Casey Veggies my
Nigga K Mac, shout to Left Brain
And my nigga Jerry, and my ex girlfriend
Bitch buried shout out to Ology
Teen blocks coming up
Cheers, busting in your ears

What else, did not fucking shout out?
That's probably the
Only nigga's on MySpace I like
Oh, fuck it the beat's coming
Bac- Nah, I'm playing
I'm so sick of this shit
I'll see ya'll nigga's later