Jack and the Beanstalk - Tyler, The Creator

Odd Future, I’m your muthafuckin’sergeant

Nigga, I’m in charge, I fuck with Freshjive

Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price

No bargin', nigga that’s a bargain

Cow print t-shirt like muthafuckin’dog

On the muthafuckin’farm with cockadoodle doodles

I’m making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

And my dick must be dog food to these bitches’poodles

Felines on the freetime, I’m tossin’bitches’salads

And I’m eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan

We was flyin’to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok

Until she figured out that she don’t really like to bang cock

To Soho, baby, Milo so dope

The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane

Niggas get the picture, I see, why?

(They don’t paint pictures, they just trace me)

My nigga, no hook

No hook, fuck a hook

Yo, beside me, nobody likes me Mainly because I am not a fuckin’HypeBeast

I think Supreme suck, we gnarly all our Nikes

I can wear some Wranglers, with a fuckin’White T Doo-rags to match, and I do sag

In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu poor over

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover Range

And I’m driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

And I’m the only fuckin’rapper without a chain

And I go to Obama rallies screamin’out «McCain!»

Them ignorant thrashin’muthafuckers is my gang

And the dirty Ladera I can’t forget where I came from

Nigga, you don’t claim none, fan I am the teacher

White and black bitch like she’s a muthafuckin’zebra

Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter

My nigga, no hook

No hook, fuck 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 fuckin’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 gold

The beat is turnin’old, so go Synthesizer, I’m the muthafuckin’master

Nigga, I’m a bastard, I fuck with chord keys

Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga’s sound is elastic

Nigga, you can bite this, unless you wanna bite back

I didn’t take my fuckin’Ritalin, this is a hype track

HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it’s a sack shit

I had you motherfuckers eatin’salad like a fat bitch

Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin’on your FM

Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast