Tyler, The Creator - Steak Sauce lyrics

Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me
I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got
Her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves, ask me for advice
If I'm not reading a Vice
I'm squatting down
Picking cracker bitches' scalp for some lice
Everything that I write is
Dope, because the pipe, and nope
You can't have a hit unless
You give me the light
We be burning Dutty Rocks with a light switch
Bitch nigga
You're about as hard as a dike's clit
I'm going as hard as Bishop Eddie Long's John
After I bought a Sidekick and sent
That fag some nice pics
They say I try too goddamn hard
No shit, I want a Grammy you damn retard
You can't be great when you
Settle for a flea bargain
Unless you're a thrift hipster
Bitch in a leotard painless
Hodgy lost his motherfucking mind
Because the brain left
Wolf Gang got the ink on
Me now it's banged out box Logo hoodie
Still haven't got the stains out congress
I guess I'm fuckin' with the best blondes
Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex
Raquel is wrestling a prom dress
While me and Ray Charles have
A fucking staring contest
To all the stepdads in here
Trip-six kids got you motherfucks scared
It could be worse, nigga that's absurd
Nigga, I am at Pharrell's
Tryna butt fuck nerds this just in
Tyler the Creator and Justin Bieber
Was just in the room flippin' Selena Gomez
Go 'head, give some, pucker up
I'll fuck her up until the kids come in, umm
After Tron Cat I got the rat shook
And I ain't even have a hook
For the white kids to sing along
I don't wanna sing a song, fuck that
Now cyberbully sissies on my
Little sister's Macbook
I got you niggas nervous like a Pop
Tryna ask his virgin, hot
Vegan daughter where the cock goes
Wake up, wash ass, go and eat some Roscoe's
Head back to the studio to
Munch up on some tacos
When I was younger I was bitchin' and
Now I'm coming quicker than
The shit that's swimmin' in my sock hole
When them teeny boppers ain't around
So Johnson and Johnson baby lotion
Beat on my Johnson 'til my cock swole
Stop saying you're sick, shit is kinda old
I'm a fucking Herpe in a coma
You're a common cold
Have you heard my brother' verse on Llama?
When that nigga's home
Me, him, and Hodgy gonna take the game and
Get a stainless steel AK and aim it
To the fucking referees head and put
His lifeless body in a chokehold
Uh oh, these niggas is loco
Best thing smokin' minus all of the tobacco
Still hard to be black, well
Malcolm X would be proud
This white bitch getting black maled
Blue-eyed cracker named Jenny, and skinny
And Obama wanted change
I threw a couple fuckin' pennies at him
Just a chip off the old block
Chipped tooth Ruth got some dick
Off my swole cock 'Cause I bag bitches
She's a zip off the old lock
And that's just a logo on the
Center of that old Glock
Oh stop, tryna be me
Kids will go cop anything that I put on
From the gold watch to the
Boxers that I put on
Probably 'cause I'm going harder than erect
Cock dick filled with Botox oh shit
You're as hard as senior citizens dick
Oh fuck, don't slip, break hips and pop backs
Show some respect to old chaps
With my left fist
'Cause I'm the next best spitting
Wreck that's left here that's my ex bitch
Her? She's my next bitch
Have you met her mouth? No? Oh
That's my bestest
Bestie, and she gets beastie
And she's my favorite babysitter cause
The children never exit
I was taught to act my shoe size
I'm eleven and a half
Cock the umbrella cause when I
Spit Seven on your ass
It's gonna be mid-stage Coachella
Shake's faggot ass keep hatin'
But I work hard for the shit that I got
So it's still fuck 2DopeBoyz
And fuck Planet Earth
All associates can suck cock