Tyler, The Creator - Transylvania lyrics

Tyler Gregory Okonma

[Tyler, The Creator - Transylvania lyrics]

Left Brain, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang, Free Earl, uh

Goddamn, I love women
Daydream about penis being in 'em
Meet them with a big grin with a Mac-10
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em
All beige suit made out of white women
With the red lipstick, dancing to John Lennon
With the red splattered jeans made
Out of blue denim
They can catch me in the spot
Where the sun don’t shine
Bitch, don’t mind me, shake your hiney!
The only motherfucking Wolf here
That spit venom
You’re a bad bitch with a real good kitten
And I got the appetite of
Them fat black women
Wolf Gang in this bitch with a
Bunch of rats with 'em
Lookin' like the holocaust with
Supreme hats with 'em
I am tryna get Miss Piggy by the
Motherfucking hairs of her chinny chin chin
Umm, what’s that? The cock of a black dude
Mad cause his daughter got the
Swag of a vacuum (Aw, fuck it)
I’ll take her to the back room dungeon
Fighting and punching and now the slut is
Under the fucking assumption
That I will be fucking
And munching her muffin
Cunt will be bleeding
But that’s not from the
Time signature of the month, umm

(It’s because) I’m Dracula, bitch!
Don’t got a problem smacking a bitch
Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit
'Til I grab them throats and
Start smacking them shit's
(It’s because) I’m Dracula, bitch!
Don’t got a problem smacking a bitch
Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit's
'Til she decides to take Dracula’s dick

Goddamn, I love bitches
Especially when they only suck
Dick and wash dishes (What?)
Cook and clean and grant my wishes
And make me and the Wolf Gang sandwiches
Transylvania crypt, let's take a tour
Bitch, try getting through that
Black trap door
Keep yelling and working them vocal chords
And that’ll be more of a reason
That you get slapped up for
Is that Ford trunk's comfy? (Fuck you)
Fuck me? No, fuck Buffy!
That little bitch keeps trying to hunt me
Jumping over gates
What the fuck she want from me?
She keeps sending me garlic
How many times I gotta
Tell her I’m allergic?!
(I like your cape) Oh, this Bathing Ape cape?
Bitch, I got it for a
Bargain at the neighborhood Target
Fangs are sharp, and I hope you know
That all I really want from
You is that throat
I can’t eat pussy 'cause I might leave cuts
Then there’s blood on my sheets
But that might be a plus
On the channel, a fucking animal
Leaking like pairs of candles
Bitch, is it hard to handle?
I don’t want a bride, I just want bone marrow
(Oh shit)

(It’s because) I’m Dracula, bitch!
Don’t got a problem smacking a bitch
Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit
'Til I grab them throats and
Start smacking them shit's
(It’s because) I’m Dracula, bitch!
Don’t got a problem smacking a bitch
Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit's
'Til she decides to take Dracula’s dick

Bite her in her fucking neck
Bite her in her fucking neck
Bottom of the fucking lake
Bottom of the fucking lake
Call my gang of wolves and bats
Call my gang of wolves and bats
It’s a full moon tonight
And these hoes ain’t actin' right
(It’s because) I’m Dracula
Bitch! (swag, swag, swag)
(It's because) Left Brain, Wolf
Haley, Free Earl, golf Wang
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Golf Wang
It's the fucking (Golf Wang)
It's the fucking (Golf Wang)
I am from the (Golf Wang)
Nigga, this is (Golf Wang)
Fucking faggot (Golf Wang)
Kill them bitches (Golf Wang)
There's no one like us (Golf Wang)
Fucking niggas, I am from the (Golf Wang)
GOLF WANG!

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