Tyler, The Creator Tron Cat lyrics

Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a fuck, well, they referring us
Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderers
And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us

You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting 'head
Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads
While you niggas stacking bread, I could stack a couple dead
Bodies making red look less of a color, more of a hobby

I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit
And brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter
And proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox

Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our category
Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown wanna kick a whore
That make songs about the wet blot when it rains and pours

I hate this, screaming, "Fuck patience"
Got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking Haitians
After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went
I wanna be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick

I make this damn Bullwinkle a red moose
Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose
She run around this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops

Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one
Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system
Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome
You got a fucking death wish, I'm a genie, it'll get done

Nice to meet you but it's more pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup
Bitch, I'm Tyler the Creature, suck your feet up like a beecher
Beat ya rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker

Jeeper the fucking Creeper, get your daughter and keep her
In the Jeeps where the Wolf Gang ride around deeper
Take her to Ladera, now she's getting scared and you're embarrassed
Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands

Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics

Stare her, Steve say it costs ten to fuck Eric
Put her in the lake, her body seems great
Now it's time to fish her like Derek

Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust
Snuff and sniffing out at Michael Jackson's trying to suck our dick
Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies should leave the squatters
Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and a Keke Palmer

They will never catch him or catch up
They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup
Nutty like my Chex Mix, she bleeding from her rectum
Odd Future, Wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up, yep

This the type of shit that make children break in apartments
When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love 'em 'til they heart thin
Starve her 'til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover
Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder

Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland
Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossing the border
I be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
'Cause I be too fucking busy trying to flirt with Jesus' daughter

I'm awesome and I fuck dolphins
Sicker than a starving Nigerian kid's barfing
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Nazi bar mitzvah
With your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister

Evident that I'm the shit, I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick
I got these cracker doctors saying, "Yeah Bob, this nigger's sick"
Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry
Because I'm the blackest skinhead since India Arie

I don't smoke weed so no need for the matches
Said, "Fuck coke" and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes
Plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma
Being the only bastard in a box logo casket

Rashes on my dick from licks from shishkabob Sagets
In some Kanye West glasses, screaming out, "Fuck faggots"
Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's dick
Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic