[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Pop ain't call even though he saw me
On TV, it's all good (Fuck you)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaw
Swallow, girl, it's just nut, haha
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah, they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gaggin' in the back of the cab and
Camp Flog Gnaw, nigga, you can tell by the badge
(Hodgy, pass me my inhaler, fuck!)
I'm sick of hackin' and coughin', I'm often this fuckin' awesome
I'm animals, Noah's Arking, all from this rapping' nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?" (Nigga?)
Get ya poppin' like Peter's pores during puberty
And take my dick on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip, bitch? Well, here's my dick for grati-tur-ity
Bitch!

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Shut 'em down!
Nigga, shut 'em down!
Shut 'em down!
G!

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I tumble-crush on hussy sluts, give money up then nutty-butt
Professor, Nutty, Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch
Like, what the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck, turn the fuckin' music up
So I can't hear these stupid fucks, talk-no-walk, let you discuss
You're talking too much, who the fuck are you to us? Uterus
I put that on my pubes and nuts if I don't begin moving up
I'm shooting up (Brrt), you and her crew on turf, new desert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the whore on a bitch when she flocks around my crew to flirt
It's on ya' shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
Fuck a human nurse! I'm ill, I used this earth to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to
Skip to my Lou, get hip to the pew
You can drink piss and eat a dick in a few, the sickening view
Of visuals, wool, I'll eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids after school, and give them drugs 'cause it's cool, fucker!

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Shut 'em down!
Nigga, shut 'em down!
Shut 'em down!


[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga, let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green
A little purple and pink, come get some Swisher Sweets
About three or four more than needed be
I got an eighth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape (Shit)
I hate the grape, I could taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes (Shit)
You could smell us in places when we walk in our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts; and what the fuck is this? (Uh...)
I think this Mary is laced; my heart is beating at paces
That Pacquiao can't relate, I'm fuckin' faded like gradients
Shit, I'm stuck like tape that's superglued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana's very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pass the sherm
Let's use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit! (Shut 'em down!)

[Outro: Domo Genesis]
"C'mon, my nigga! You don't even smoke! You weak as fuck, my nigga
You do not smoke! No tucks, my nigga
You're as weak as F.. your butt, my nigga
Oh, mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my cum, bro. Here cum this wet-ass nigga Samuel."

[Chorus 1: Tyler, The Creator]
(Can we talk on the phone or something?)
Because when I call (When I call you on the phone)
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you (Uh)
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
'Cause when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Hey Dad, it's me, uhm...
Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I'd be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
"Dad" isn't your name, see "Faggot"'s a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any fucks to spare
You Nigerian fuck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case of stairs
So you not being near fuckin' fire-started my damn career
But fuck it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see (fuck you)
A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
But sucks you ain't give a fuck and consider a sperm donor now
Fuck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley
And I just ain't being passive, nigga
You a fuckin' faggot, nigga
Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't gettin' no passes, nigga?
But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga
And call him
I hope he answer

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & (Syd)]
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
'Cause when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up)
I'd like to talk to you
(I hope you answer)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck
And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone 'til November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgia
I'll call her number
But she won't answer

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & (Syd)]
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
'Cause when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(I'd like to talk to you)
I hope you answer

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
You claim to hate my fuckin' guts
But say I'm on a island in Thailand and I was wilding
And, if I got stranded, had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off saltwater and fuckin' coconuts
Phone ain't got no service, this 3G is fucking worthless
Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban
You'll be fuckin' nervous like me inside of a church is
But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
The last verse was about this girl, haha