[Intro]
Uh, Jesus, heheh

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Nigga, this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck, so I would really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought I'm often lost in (Fuck it), put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt fuck a couple Rots in the Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eatin' toaster strudel
At a nude beach in Rome, in a black Bape spaghetti strap made of Ramen noodles
My bitch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college, mommy, I am ditching class
I rather be happy than fucking forty
So fuck that teacher's lecture, I'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope– (They didn't like it) Oh, well
Let's get XXL to write us a fucking story

[Chorus: Hodgy]
It's sitting right in my lap, I see it (Hey)
Scribbled across the lines, I read it (Hey)
I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language (Hey)
You scared of war? I'm all anxious
We got the Angus if you want beef (Hey)
Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Put on the cheese)
Oh, now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Where's the barbecue sauce?)
Now have that burger, eat it fast, nigga

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Fucking aw, get you some, obviously intended pun
Same time it took Jason Dill to get the stitching done
Custom-made, one of one, sold out Roxy performance
Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform "Sandwitches"
Started back in fucking London, cracker children wanted something
They could bump and punch a bunch of fucking faces (Stomp 'em out)
Moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus, not a carn–
Evil wolves is on the farm and were all evil harmed
Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleep
Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking Greek
God, Bastard was the shit, explains why it never leaked (Damn)
I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak (Once I have my wings and my motherfucking chain)
Oh, that's the black talking in me
Let me down a couple cups of bleach

[Chorus: Hodgy]
It's sitting right in my lap, I see it (Hey)
Scribbled across the lines, I read it (Hey)
I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language (Hey)
You scared of war? I'm all anxious
We got the Angus if you want beef (Hey)
Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Put on the cheese)
Oh, now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Where's the barbecue sauce?)
Now have that burger, eat it fast, nigga (Swag)

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Free Earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree, lick a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping lesbian dykes that fight niggas
That like to rap about those dykes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake' house and play Goblins in his kitchen
Then force him and his mom to listen to track six, then
If he doesn't like it, I'll just slice his fucking dick and
Put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures, and, post 'em on my Twitter, then
Go to Jimmy Fallon like, "Faggot, when we perfomin'?"
Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start stormin' on the stage
In a rage that'll scare Zack Rocha
Better get your tanks before this wolf war's over
History repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier

[Verse]
Went to Six Flags, six fags came up
And said "Ayo! Can we get a pic?" I said no
And they said "Oh! It's Wolf Gang, "Yonkers", Goblin is my shit though"
Now I'm like, "fuck, I don't want to be an asshole"
So I'm sitting there posing with Travis, Devon
With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on
So fucking annoyed 'cause I missed Goliath
'Cause some kid said I was there, then they caused a riot (Tyler's here!)
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed the top with the box logo
And them fucking ears, guarantee they didn't even hear Bastard
They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo
I'm going fucking loco, "Hey, Tyler, can I...?"
No, bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?
"But Tyler, you're my hero, I used to get bullied
Until I heard "Radicals," the last part got to me
See, I used to give a fuck until my cock would bleed
Now I'm the happiest I think I'll ever ever be
My life is just like yours, no father
My momma must have forgot to stop with a popped condom
In school I was the one that was thinking outside boxes
So everybody in them would say that I got problems
So when I heard you say it, I said it back like fuck 'em
You're an inspiration to niggas like me
Not the niggas who just like you 'cause of lyrics and beats
I'm talking 'bout the niggas who don't know where they're going to be
I heard the song "Bastard" right in the moment of heat
Not in summer, but of course, I was holding a heat
Gun on the edge of my feet, I heard that first piano chord
And it drew me in like predators carrying treats
Then I said to myself, "Fuck, is he speaking to me?"
See, me and you, we go together like snare and a beat
I mean snare and a kick drum, see my forearm?
I carved OF on it this morning with a glass shard
On my green mini ramp that I built in my backyard (that's weird)
That's hard, that scar from playing air guitar
When I see you play at the Roxy (uhh)
Tyler, I love you, wanna be just like you (alright)
I think about your face and I don't even fucking try to (no homo)
Wish I had a basement meant for me to hide you
We could play Xbox and listen to "In Search Of..." and eat donuts
Over conversating 'bout what church does
Come up with weird-ass videos with roach bugs
I'm straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip
And Raquel that bitch, you should've killed that bitch
You should've took me instead (uhh, that's weird)
See, if you can't have her then he shouldn't neither
And if I can't have you then she shouldn't either
No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt
I worship you until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt (what the fuck)
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbing
I know it seems like I'm just slobbing on your knob
But I'm just a fan and I ain't losing my fucking noggin (yeah, you are)
I ain't got a job and I went out and bought Goblin about 5 times
'Cause (Thanks for the support) I love you man (alright)
I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees
I like pants that's cut, I like words like "fuck"
I got your pics on my wall with the mouth cut out
Now paper cuts on my balls because your dick's in my jaw (what the fuck)
And I hit you on Twitter about 10 minutes a day
And now I'm bitter 'cause you don't even reply with a "hey" (sorry)
And my boys think I'm gay 'cause I play "VCR"
In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors..."
All right, my nigga, calm down, it's getting weird, take this pic
So I can get on Colossus, line as slow as molasses
(Tyler, listen) No, nigga, I see you're loving my shit
And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dick
But I'm not gay so it's awkward, now I'm grouchy like Oscar
After spilling some shit on his newest pair of beige Dockers
"Yonkers" and "Yonkers" (I love that song) Sick of hearing about "Yonkers"
I'm grateful that it worked, I attacked and I conquered
"Yeah whatever but I had a fucking blast at that concert
I was at the Boston one, I got a t-shirt from Sagan
The one that say "Sagan Lockhart" and when you came out to "Sandwitches"
That's when my fucking boy-crush got started"

[Outro]
Just take this fucking picture man, shit...

[Intro: Dr. TC]
So, you tell me that everything just isn't going well
Well, first off...

[Verse 1]
My only problem is death
Fuck Heaven, I ain't showin' no religion respect
Brain damage, therapy's the only thing I regret
Talking to me is like a fucking body missin' a neck
But, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top off
Life is a bitch and my cock's soft, the Glock's cocked
My hands tremble, my finger slipped, the wall's red
Her life is fucked, she's sad now, her son is dead

[Chorus]
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems (Death)
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your daydreams, that's how death seems (Death)

[Verse 2]
When I was younger, I would smile a lot
I'm gettin' older, gettin' bolder, but a wiser top
Now I'm drunk drivin', lap's full of Budweiser tops
Life is a movie and you're just a prop
They begged me to stop, but I listen like deaf drums
Love? I don't get none, that's why I'm so hostile to the kids that get some
My father called me to tell me he loved me—
I'd have a better chance of gettin' Taylor Swift to fuck me
Annoying and I'm ugly, most niggas wanna punch me
I'm surprised the fucking doctor even touched me
Feel like Humpty, you hoping that I'll fall? Fuck y'all
I'm Ace, I'm parentless, odd, kinda arrogant
Ignorant as fuck, offend people for the hell of it
Because I am the devil, fucker, get on my level
Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers
My life is Ms. Mon-unique Parker, but a lil' darker
I'll see you in a couple, O.F

[Hook]
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems (Death)
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your daydreams, that's how death seems (Death)

[Interlude: Dr. TC]
Tyler, here's some water, man. You, you seem a little tense. How's, uh, how's Thebe?

[Verse 3]
All because a nigga just don't give a fuck
Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up
But fuck that, you're a shitty parent, face it, suck it up
That's what you should've did before that nigga bust, huh
Feel like I missed my lil' brother growin' up
Feel like my lil' brother missed his brother growin' up
But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growin' up
I got a lil' taller since the last time you seen me, bruh
Now I'm emo, so fuck it, I'm pourin' up
But I never had a drink— (Sydney, Tyler's throwin' up!)
My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough
I won't feel the feelings I be feelin' when I'm sobered up
But that's a fucking lie, why would he say that? I'm
As emotionally straight as Travis when he—(Tyler, calm down)
Don't look at me, I'm 6'5", about to fucking cry
About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die
I finally had a family
Domo's in another state, and where the fuck is Riley?
Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me
But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldn't find me?
Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death
One ear I got kids screaming, "O.F. is the best"
The other ear I got Tron Cat, asking where the bullets and the bombs at
So I can kill these levels of stress, shit
They say that I'm shock value
How about you hop off cock and turn volume down?
I haven't got around to tellin' my mom shit (Why?)
'Cause I don't know how to (Whoa)
All I want is her support, but no (But no), it's the fights at home
When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown
Now she's really fuckin' pissed (Now she's really fucking pissed), so the knives get thrown
And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throat's all gone
Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone
Then they wonder why I stay at Travis' pad with a backpack
For the whole week, full of plastic-wrapped black tees
And deodorant like his house is my home
I could live with the same hat
And the same flat-screen TV watchin' Flapjack
And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday
Where I skate with the same fucking friends that
Didn't give a fuck about fame or a name, oh
"Message from The GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat"
Email full of emails, I never write back
Ain't kill myself yet, and I already want my life back

[Hook]
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems (Death)

[Verse 4]
One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops
I'm goin' in flu shots, couldn't kill me with two top rockers
You're on the side of faggots and cock blockers
I'm on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches
I'm Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human
'Cause I'm 'shrooming with the bangers and the carneys
You niggas can't harm me 'cause y'all know that
We at the fuckin' Dirty like it's laundry (Tyler, calm down)
Nigga, get off me (Calm down, man)

[Outro]
Fuck off me, man, fuck (What's, what's gotten into you?)
I don't, I don't know, it's, it's like I'm a different person at times
Sometimes I'm fucking mad, sometimes I'm not (Yeah, you)
It's like I got a fucking voice in my head
Tellin' me to do all this fucked up shit, man, fuck (Yeah, what's, what's this?)
I don't fucking know, man (What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?)
He tells me to do this shit, that I don't wanna fucking do (What's his name?)
Tron Cat