Burger

Produced by: Tyler, The Creator

<Intro>

Uh, Jesus, heheh

<Verse 1>

************ this is my cup

Drink the cyanide up

********** as *******

So I would really shoot a group of guys up

Deep thought I'm often lost in (******* it)

Put me next to awesome

Still can't tell the difference

Just like Asians with their eyes shut

Butt ******* a couple Rots

In the Wendy's parking lot

Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling

************-a-doodle

Eatin' toaster strudel

At a nude beach in Rome

In a black Bape spaghetti strap made of Ramen noodles

My ******* is bad

Mixed with a thicky ass

Get my *******y rocky

This will end up in a sticky blast

Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass

Life's a *******, ******* college, mommy, I am ditching class

I rather be happy than *******ing forty

So ******* the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record me

For the 2**********– (They didn't like it)

Oh well

Let's get XXL to write us a *******ing story

<Hook: Hodgy>

It's sitting right in my lap, I see it

Scribbled across the lines, I read it

I'm the *******ing poet who knows it

You know it, you bogus

Comprehend the language

You scared of war? I'm all anxious

We got the Angus if you want beef

Now that's a burger for ya ass ************

(Slice the onions)

Now that's a burger for ya ass ************

(Put on the cheese)

Now that's a burger for ya ass ************

(Where's the barbeque sauce?)

Now have that burger, eat it fast ************

<Verse 2>

*******ing 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 *******ing London

Cracker children wanted something

They could bump and punch a bunch of *******ing 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

*******ing body will go missing in a week

Roam around the city with her ************ like a *******ing greek

God

Bastard was the ************, explains why it never leaked

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 mother*******ing chain)

Oh, that's the black talking in me

Let me down a couple cups of bleach

<Hook: Hodgy>

It's sitting right in my lap, I see it

Scribbled across the lines, I read it

I'm the *******ing poet who knows it

You know it, you bogus

Comprehend the language

You scared of war? I'm all anxious

We got the Angus if you want beef

Now that's a burger for ya ass ************

(Slice the onions)

Now that's a burger for ya ass ************

(Put on the cheese)

Now that's a burger for ya ass ************

(Where's the barbeque sauce?)

Now have that burger, eat it fast ************

<Verse 3>

Free Earl, that's the *******ing ************

And if you disagree lick a couple pimple covered ************

From some stripping lesbian dykes that fight ************s

That like to rap about those dykes that fight ************s

Alright

Enough with this ************, let's talk business

Acquire more currency, disregard *******

Go to Shake's house and play Goblin 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 *******ing ******* and

Put it in the cabinet where the *******ing cookies and chips is

Take a bunch of pictures, and

Post 'em on my Twitter, then

Go to Jimmy Fallon, like "************, when we perfomin'?"

Then a bunch of Golf Wang ************s start stormin'

On the stage

In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha

Better get ya tanks before this wolf war's over

History repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier