Tyler, The Creator - Blow Lyrics
If this was a gameI already know that I would come out winnerAnd I'm not braggin', I'mma be in herBut this ***** really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinnerMy steak good, I got a good cut like splinterJuicy and hot such a black ***** temperNow she wanna talk and chop it up like a blenderBut I don't give a ***** and keep her list'in like SchindlerShe's cute but her forehead's bigGot stretch marks like she got four kidsHer legs can't close like the four door hinge BroncoThat O.J. killed the white hos withA wealthy white girl without the faceliftLure her with expensive dinners and a nice braceletLeave the ***** breathless, what the ***** don't know is thatI'm a mutha*****in' sellout and a rapistBaby, you're an angelHow 'bout we turn this into a fable of some sort?You already know you're deadIronic cause your lipstick is red, of courseI stuff you in the trunk, drunkCause all I really wanna do is ***** and snort blowIf this was a gameI would be considered a mutha*****in' legendAnd I ain't tryna gas you up like ChevronBut I'm high as ***** *****, you really need to get on my leverageNow we're in the cabin, in the middle of uhhTryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinetDreamy little bastard, I done ran outta luck so nowIt's time for a bloody foot you little rabbitYou're very attractive, and notice thatMy hat is always the color of cactusAnd I hang with wolves cause I'm an evil BastardPictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plasteredMet you at my school, departed at my houseEnded at your panties, started at your blousePushed you down stairs, I took a nap up on the couchIf you wanted a date, don't comeNow you gotta make it easy for me don't runYou call this shit kids, well I call these kids cumAnd you call this shit rape but I think that rape's funWait now it's about eight somethinIt's late and you stuck in my base-oneCome downstairs with nothin' but a shoe stringYeah ***** this date's doneBaby, you're an angelHow 'bout we turn this into a fable of some sort?You already know you're deadIronic cause your lipstick is red, of courseI stuff you in the trunk, drunkCause all I really wanna do is ***** and snort blowI like my girls how I like my drugs, whiteLord, you're so pretty, lyin' in my armsI just got one request, stop breathin'
