Tyler, The Creator - Jack And The Beanstalk Lyrics
They don't paint pictures, they just trace meOdd Future, I'm your mutha*****in' sergeantNigga, I'm in charge, I ***** with FreshjiveCause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low priceNo bargin', nigga that's a bargainCow print t-shirt like mutha*****in' dogOn the mutha*****in' farm with *****adoodle doodlesI'm making straight *****es ***** wet just like a noodleAnd my dick must be dog food to these *****es' poodlesFelines on the freetime, I'm tossin' *****es' saladsAnd I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to MilanWe was flyin' to Milan, was supposed to go to BangkokUntil she figured out that she don't really like to bang *****To Soho, baby, Milo so dopeThe cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propaneNiggas get the picture, I see, why?(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)My nigga, no hookNo hook, ***** a hookYo, beside me, nobody likes meMainly because I am not a *****in' HypeBeastI think Supreme suck, we gnarly all our NikesI can wear some Wranglers, with a *****in' White TDoo-rags to match, and I do sagIn fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu poor overNigga, you pull over, ***** a Rover RangeAnd I'm driving a unicorn, plus my ***** is strangeAnd I'm the only *****in' rapper without a chainWith a four finger ring like I can't spell my *****in' nameAnd I go to Obama rallies screamin' out "McCain!"Them ignorant thrashin' mutha*****ers is my gangAnd the dirty Ladera I can't forget where I came fromNigga, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacherWhite and black ***** like she's a mutha*****in' zebraCandies in my pocket, I see you niggas on EasterMy nigga, no hookNo hook, ***** a hook(It's gold) The gold is in the back(It's gold) The pixels in the front(It's gold) The beat's a *****in' bully(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man(Gold) The pink is in the sky(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind(It's gold) The mind is in my goldThe beat is turnin' old, so goSynthesizer, I'm the mutha*****in' masterNigga, I'm a bastard, I ***** with chord keysCause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer songAnd a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elasticNigga, you can bite this, unless you wanna bite backI didn't take my *****in' Ritalin, this is a hype trackHypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shitI had you mother*****ers eatin' salad like a fat *****Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin' on your FMAce the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast
