Im kinda peter parker
Im on that mary jane
Is molly in the building
I'll lose it when I taste her flame
I'm tired of hating of tyler the creator
its back to smokin dope, and fuckin your bitch later
So let me take you back to the preeschool basics
Where we were learning just how to talk and say shit
And kick bitches in the nuts so they couldnt walk
And then peeing on their faces, on the playground faded
Techincally I'm only getting started
My flow so lethal, you think i might of just farted
Look at me now top of the mountain
Didnt get dropped off, I was born here to be astoundin
I aint riff raff
I sure dont have no bucks
I just flip sacks
And middle fingers for the clucks
Im goin far
Im rated R
R for real
I'ma be real dirty with ya mom at the bar
Killin tracks, puttin their beats in the back of my car
Drive to a ditch, leave the bitch in a hole, smoke a hole sack of bubble gum
Then head back home, high to the dome, solo but got that chewie grown
I used to take shit for granted
Slept so much in class my head was always slanted
But then I got some seed and had it planted
Now Im growing up big, my city got my name chanted
Ima star
No others on my par
Got no scars on my face
But i got the world in a jar
Ya'll ugly as pickles
Ima dime
Your ass is a nickel
My dicks as big as optimus prime
Cut all loose ends
Lingere tight ends all I want
Now and again, I'll let the receiver take a cum shot
I aint going down in life, unless theres a slip and slide
I'll just slip in some bitch, slide out when she cant move her thighs
I dont really talk shit but if you try my pride
I might come to your house and leave a horse head in your bed
or just fucking kill you bitch, chainsaw surprise
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Im on that mary jane
Is molly in the building
I'll lose it when I taste her flame
I'm tired of hating of tyler the creator
its back to smokin dope, and fuckin your bitch later
So let me take you back to the preeschool basics
Where we were learning just how to talk and say shit
And kick bitches in the nuts so they couldnt walk
And then peeing on their faces, on the playground faded
Techincally I'm only getting started
My flow so lethal, you think i might of just farted
Look at me now top of the mountain
Didnt get dropped off, I was born here to be astoundin
I aint riff raff
I sure dont have no bucks
I just flip sacks
And middle fingers for the clucks
Im goin far
Im rated R
R for real
I'ma be real dirty with ya mom at the bar
Killin tracks, puttin their beats in the back of my car
Drive to a ditch, leave the bitch in a hole, smoke a hole sack of bubble gum
Then head back home, high to the dome, solo but got that chewie grown
I used to take shit for granted
Slept so much in class my head was always slanted
But then I got some seed and had it planted
Now Im growing up big, my city got my name chanted
Ima star
No others on my par
Got no scars on my face
But i got the world in a jar
Ya'll ugly as pickles
Ima dime
Your ass is a nickel
My dicks as big as optimus prime
Cut all loose ends
Lingere tight ends all I want
Now and again, I'll let the receiver take a cum shot
I aint going down in life, unless theres a slip and slide
I'll just slip in some bitch, slide out when she cant move her thighs
I dont really talk shit but if you try my pride
I might come to your house and leave a horse head in your bed
or just fucking kill you bitch, chainsaw surprise
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