Tyler, The Creator - Splatter lyrics

Tyler Gregory Okonma

[Tyler, The Creator - Splatter lyrics]

Oh, my nigga, oh shit, cuz it's startin'
Aaaaight!

Wolf Gang be on that wrist split splatter
Snortin' coke pattern misfit'll
Hit Mick Jagger
Me and Jasper bangin' Bastard
Beatin' midgets up with ladders nigga
Don't give a fuck
That's that Wolf Gang swagger
Don't give a shit so my dick
Fuck bladders in your ear
Radical shows that Wolf Gang's radder
With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in
The sack of my dick
Where the lips of your teen daughter sit's
Bitch fuck Tyler
I'mma change my name to Uncle Phil
Cause every girl I deal and fuck
It's always against her Will
Dope enough to snort crack and
Sit the fuck still
In Nellyville's old folks home
Searchin' tip drills get my fill on with
This grandmother named Jill
Takin' shots of poon juice to the
Head for a cheap thrill
Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up
When it's time to bust in this rusty cunt
That won a cup in collectin' dust
Boogyin' with Jesus and a bunch of Nazi hoes
In the front row at a holy Justin Bieber show
Slowly my Ritalin is kickin' in
And Jesus left hand
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
This isn't rape
This is fuckin' without a condom on
Throw her slightly to the right
So dyke I'm kinda wrong
Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn
Me and Juan ensurin' you that
Your slut daughter's gone
At the pawn shop, tryna sell this Baume watch
She's a white vegetarian
I'll get this blonde cock
Lip balm she's some nun bitch from St john
Told her that her pastor was a
Faggot and he likes John
He's a janitor recreational rectum manager
I am not, let's consider me a little pecan
That'll get your chest nutted
On with an acorn
They swore that I was all fuckin'
Nuts like a gay porn
Cause I disregard the white dress
And the perm weave and the headrest had to
Have about eight thorns
I was born back, Wolf pack, nigga fuck that
Somebody tell Satan that I want
My fuckin' swag back

Niggas know it's Wolf Gang, in the mall with
Thirty bitches, and they gorgeous
Wolf Gang, killing niggas, rabble rousers
And Wolf Gang running shit in dirty houses
Wolf Gang (Kill 'em all)
Wolf Gang (We gotta kill 'em all)
Wolf Gang (Kill 'em all)
Wolf Gang, you better kill 'em

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
Left hand staggerin' on
Her muthafuckin' breast deep down
I'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed
So the fuckin' school suggested
Me a therapist i confessed bein' atheist
They said I was possessed by a demon
Cause I wanna see a bitch infested
With my semen and oppressed by
My give a fuck less
Of the baby not bein' digested
By a fuckin' hungry punk
Feedin' kids to slutty nuns with his cum
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a
Post? I can get it done
2DopeBoyz I know you like this
(Like what?) This hot cum that's from my dick
Call me a clown but a week from now
You're goin' to hear this and begin
To ride on my dick
Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit
Oh yeah we're old as fuck
We didn't have our glasses
But fuck y'all, I don't need y'all help
I got 20 thousand views of French it'self
And I did the video for really though
You silly rabbit faggot tricks are
For kids so we go, abracadabra

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