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    "Splatter" Lyrics

    Odd Future

    [Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
    Wolf Gang be on that wrist split'splatter
    Snortin' coke pattern misfit'll hit Mick Jagger
    Me and Jasper bangin' Bastard, beatin' midgets up with ladders
    N*gga don't give a f*ck, that's that Wolf Gang swagger
    Don't give a shit so my d*ck f*ck bladders in your ear
    Radical shows that Wolf Gang's radder
    With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick
    Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, b*tch
    F*ck Tyler, I'mma change my name to Uncle Phil
    Cause every girl I deal and f*ck, it's always against her Will
    Dope enough to snort crack and sit the f*ck still

    In Nellyville's old folks home searchin' tip drills
    Get my fill on with this grandmother named Jill
    Takin' shots of pun juice to the head for a cheap thrill
    Hopefully my d*ck don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust
    In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust
    Boogyin' with Jesus and a bunch of Nazi hoes
    In the front row at a holy Justin Bieber show
    Slowly my Ritalin is kickin' in and Jesus left hand
    Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
    This isn't rape, this is f*ckin' without a condom on
    Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke I'm kinda wrong
    Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn
    Me and Juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone
    At the pawn shop, tryna sell this Baume watch
    She's a white vegetarian, I'll get this blonde cock
    Lip balm she's some nun b*tch from St. John
    Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes John
    He's a janitor recreational rectum manager

    I am not, let's consider me a little pecan
    That'll get your chest nutted on with an acorn
    They swore that I was all f*ckin' nuts like a gay porn
    Cause I disregard the white dress and the perm weave
    And the headrest had to have about eight thorns
    I was born back, Wolf pack, n*gga f*ck that
    Somebody tell Satan that I want my f*ckin' swag back

    [Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
    Box logo on my muthaf*ckin' chest
    Left hand staggerin' on her muthaf*ckin' breast
    Deep down, I'm an emo f*ckin' faggot that's depressed
    So the f*ckin' school suggested me a therapist
    I confessed bein' atheist, they said I was possessed
    By a demon, cause I wanna see a b*tch infested
    With my semen and oppressed by my give a f*ck less
    Of the baby not bein' digested by a f*ckin' hungry punk
    Feedin' kids to slutty nuns with his cum
    Got a f*ckin' blogger, need a post so I can get it done
    2DopeBoyz I know you like this
    (Like what?) This hot cum that's from my dick
    Call me a clown but a week from now
    You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick
    Like how the f*ck did we miss this kid's shit
    Oh yeah we're old as f*ck, we didn't have our glasses
    But f*ck y'all, I don't need y'all help
    I got 20 thousand views on "French" itself
    I did the video for really though, you silly rabbit faggot tricks
    Off the kids so we go.. Abracadabra
    This song was submitted on January 4th, 2012.
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