Tyler, The Creator - Burger Lyrics
[Verse 1]Nigga this is my cup, drink the cyanide upDope as ***** so I would really shoot a group of guys upDeep thought, I'm often lost (***** it) put me next to awesomeStill can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shutButt ***** a couple rocks, in the Wendy's parking lotBarking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling*****-a-doodle, eatin' toaster strudel at a ***** beach in RomeIn a black-pink spaghetti strap, made of Roman noodlesMy ***** is bad, mixed with a thicky assGet my dicky rocky this will end up in a sticky blastChrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking assLife's a *****, ***** college, mommy I am ditching classI rather be happy then *****ing fortySo ***** the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record meFor the 2Dope.. (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 itI'm the *****ing poet who knows it, you know it, you bogusComprehend the language, you scared of war?I'm all anxious, we got the Angus if you want beefNow that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Slice the onions)Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?)Now have that burger eat it fast nigga[Verse 2]*****ing all, get you some, obviously intended punSame time it took, Jason Dill to get the stitching doneCustom made, one of one, sold out Roxy for some monthsSki mask color of a pickle just to perform SandwitchesStarted back in *****ing London cracker children wanted somethingThey could bump and punch a bunch and ***** a face stumbleNow, moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carnEvil wolfs is on the farm and were all evil harmed?Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleepMake a peep, *****ing body will go missing in a weekRoam around the city with her titties like a *****ing GreekGod, Bastard was the *****ing shit, explains why it never leakedI am coming of my age with my Memphis BleekShooting 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 talk you give me, let me down a couple cups of bleach[Hook][Verse 3]Free Earl, that's the *****ing shitAnd if you disagree, lick a couple pimple covered clitsFrom some stripping lesbian dikes that fight niggasThat like to rap about those dikes that fight niggasAlright, enough with this shit, let's talk businessAcquire more currency, disregard *****esGo to Shake house and play Goblin in his kitchenThen force him and his mom to listen to track six thenIf he doesn't like it I'll just slice his *****ing dick andPut it in the cabinet where the *****ing cookies and chips isTake a bunch of pictures and post them on my Twitters andGo to Jimmy Fallon like faggot when we perfomin'Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start stormin' on the stageIn a rage that will scare Zack RochaBetter get ya tanks before this wolf wars overHistory repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier
