Tyler, The Creator - Tron Cat lyrics

La, la, la, la, la, la, la aAAAHHH!

Satan's getting jealous of the wolves
The demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a fuck
Is what they're referring us (Wolf Gang)
Wolves, I know you heard of us
We're murderers
And young enough to get the fucking priest
To come and flirt with us (Bitch)
You niggas rap about fucking
Bitches and getting head
Instead, I rap about fucking
Bitches and getting heads
While you niggas stacking bread
I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color
More of a hobby
I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission
And tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions in
A rhyming pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when
I go splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future
You're not in our categore
Torture with the super soaker at
The Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a
Chris Brown want to kick a whore
That make songs about the wet blockers
When it rains and pours (Umbrella)
I hate this, screaming, "Fuck patience!"
Got a nigga shaking like the calmest
Fucking Haitian after chronic masturbation
Asking where Mary Kate went
I want to be the reasons
Why all lesbians hate dick
I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose
She running 'round this
Motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head
Oops
Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one
Honey on that topping when I
Stuff you in my system
Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my
Friends I had a threesome
You got a fucking death wish? I'm a genie
It'll get done nice to meet you
But it's more pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some
Dressing pouring out a teacup
Bitch, I'm Tyler, The Creature
Suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
Rubber more than the fucking
Bottom of a sneaker
Jeeper the fucking creeper
Get your daughter and keep her
In the jeeps where the Wolf
Gang rides around deeper take her to Ladera
Now she's scared and you're embarrassed
Filled with terror
Chop her legs off and tell
Her to run some errands
Put her eyes in a canteen
Take her to the Berrics
Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to fuck Eric
Put her in the lake, her body sinks great
Now it's time to fish her like Derek
Satan says we're dangerous
We're trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff
And now that Michael Jackson's trying
To suck our dick
Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies
Cheerleading squaders
Gave the team a bunch of fucking
Bees and the Keke Palmer
They will never catch him or catch up
They asked me what it was
I told them fuckers it was ketchup
Nutty like my Chex mix
She bleeding from her rectum
Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus
Throwing sets up, yeah
(Wolf Gang) this the type of shit that
Make children break in apartments
When you tell a fucking orphan you don't
Love them 'til they heart thin
(I hate you) Starve her 'til I carve her
Then I shove her in the Rover
Where I cut her like a
Barber with a Parkinson's disorder
Store her in a portable freezer
With me to Portland catch me with a bunch of
Fucking Mexicans crossing the border
(arriba) i'll be the only wetback who
Ain't really touched the water
Cause I'll be too fucking busy
Tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter
(Fuck Mary) I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins
Sicker than the starving
Nigerian kids barfing
Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah
With your sister at the bar
Playing leg and arm twister
Evident that I'm the shit
I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick
I got these cracker doctors
Saying, "yeah Bob, this nigga’s sick"
Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry
Because I'm the blackest skinhead
Since India Arie i don't smoke weed
So no need for the matches
I said fuck coke and now
I'm snorting Hitler's ashes
I plan on either dying for
Suicide or my asthma
Being the only bastard in a box logo casket
Rashes on my dick from
Licks of shishkabob Sagets
In some Kanye West glasses
Screaming out "fuck faggots"
Catch me in my attic taking
Photos of my dad's dick
Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic
What the fuck?
I i'm speechless, that was fuck
Shit, Tyler, you're gonna need some help
I'm not a fuck it, different subject
How's that girl you were telling me about?