Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwin' chairs, killin' s**t I'm half-privileged, think white and have ***** lips A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant S**t, I'll pass the class when my dad starts givin' s**ts But as long as our relationship is turdless I'ma keep burning rubber and ******* these beats with burnt **** Who that, oh, that new c**n John Cusack A Mecca button-up, shoutin' bring Fubu back Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zack Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back With no hint, we're egging with no tint Plus it's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uh The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her It's nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her A little bit of sherm sure provokes the ******' fight in her She started bitin' cause I'm givin' c**k like it's advice to her Take that, I'm on top like wave caps This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, ***** Earl: Uhm, Domo couldn’t be here so uh… we’re just… I don’t like talking. UGH! Tyler: Awww, cuz fell on the floor cuz! Aye, call them policemen ****** that like help people when they hurt!