Dear Tyler - Bizarre

Dear Tyler, I heard about your situation

I was in San Francisco stuck on vacation

Is it true you came out the closet?

I ain’t gonna knock you man, matter of fact I’m gonna applaud it

Now you and Frank Ocean can share a bottle of lotion

Get in a hot tub and make a love potion

I was on the internet like, what the fuck?

Tyler the Creator talking about Eminem’s album sucked

Marshall said, «Let him live man, he only a kid»

Fuck that, fly to California and find out where he lives

I admit, I’ve been wanting to diss you for a while

Ever since you stole my whole fucking style

Now Royce tapped you, I’m about to smack you

Kidnap you and let King Gordy get at you

It’s Lars bitch, I got bars bitch

Trust me, you don’t wanna start shit

The rest of the world thought y’all was better than us

Bitch we D12, ain’t nobody better than us

We don’t hook with y’all niggas, we write the book on y’all niggas

Promoters Promoters don’t book us with y’all niggas

Hold on, that bitch got a fat ass

(Hey, stop the music)

Damn hey mama, you working?

She got a fat ass

Look at that bitch

Shit, Tyler ain’t looking

Put him in the frying pan, get back to cooking

Or should I say pause, he ain’t got no balls

White T-shirt and some leopard skin drawers

First video this nigga was eating a roach

Nowadays, he got other shit down his throat

His fans will say Bizarre’s only bitter

Tyler’s sick but Bizarre’s a little sicker

Fuck what he say, this nigga’s gay

Hit his dyke DJ with an instant replay

Tie your ass up and feed you noodles

Since you’re sucking dick, give some head to my poodle

I mean this nigga’s like Ving Rhames in Pulp Fiction

Apple on his mouth, he’s got a sex addiction

Somebody get me out the studio now

Bizarre’s going crazy