| Ladies and gentlemen, | |
| Wolf Haley, | |
| Domo Gen in this bitch | |
| I mean the building, we came with planes and two | |
| Taliban kids | |
| Some gasoline, me and | |
| Domo are two talented kids | |
| Bitch, back like my jump on | |
| Jimmy Fallen's ribs | |
| You think | |
| I give a fuck? | |
| Exes get to hackin' at dicks | |
| Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz | |
| Man this rap shit is borin', this tourin' is tearing me a new asshole | |
| I'm not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor | |
| That's cause | |
| I'm up 'til four in the morning recording, fuck it | |
| If you think | |
| I'm a dick, bitch then why don't you, shove it | |
| Up your fuckin' ass, | |
| I mastered this shit like | |
| I'm grubbin’ | |
| Cuban chain tucked cause you know | |
| I don't like, stuntin' | |
| But since we're on the subject, | |
| I'm good bruh it's, nothin' | |
| Lettuce in my pocket, salty niggas need to, catch up | |
| You're full of bologna if you do not think my, bread's up | |
| But let us get this cheese, you musta heard | |
| Rella Never mind, you don't even like sandwiches fella | |
| And I'm still fuckin' hungry, that's probably cause | |
| I'm African | |
| Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again | |
| Actually, fuck this, | |
| Adult Swim pays good | |
| Loiter Squad season two, bitch | |
| I wanna act again [Break] | |
| Uno, dos, tres, cuatro (x8) [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] | |
| Liftin' up like the collar of | |
| Kanye on College | |
| Dropout To be honest, when | |
| I drop it | |
| I'm knockin' the whole block out | |
| Off the glass, even when it look good | |
| I still box out | |
| Bitch regardless, | |
| I'm the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out | |
| Smellin' like success, leave the room | |
| I bet it linger | |
| Word slinger, oh it's itchin' | |
| I'm fixin' the trigger finger | |
| I don't get respect it's like somebody gotta die tonight | |
| Type to hit my special five times in a title fight [Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] | |
| Six in the morn, asthma flared and there's snot in my nose | |
| The needle got me sick, whatever robotussin will get it | |
| I'mma dragon, | |
| I speak Portuguese and | |
| Spanish I drive a wagon, momma said that | |
| I could be anything that | |
| I imagine | |
| I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one | |
| Cause twenty-three's too late, | |
| I'm done I wool-knitted this purse and bullshitted this verse | |
| But lucky enough the dick-riders will still go berserk | |
| It's No Idols, nigga, | |
| Domo Genesis [Verse 4: Domo Genesis] | |
| I got the game toe-touchin' like it's pigeon-toed | |
| Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals | |
| Listen yo, quit the bitchin', white-tinted | |
| I got this shit controlled, boy | |
| I be the illest feel it in my soul | |
| For all you know | |
| I'm ultimate soldier type, it's a horror story | |
| Reason you feelin' worried, cause | |
| I'm the poltergeist | |
| I'm the evil thought that's approachin' 'em on the coldest nights | |
| So when they ask me if | |
| I'm 'bout to kill 'em, tell 'em, "Show you're right" | |
| I got my focus right as you could fuckin' see now | |
| Landin’ for my spot, make you forget it like you senile | |
| Document my awesomeness cause | |
| I don't like to freestyle | |
| I like to hit the dougie while she suckin' on my penile | |
| Domo Genesis, what | |
| I tell them bitches | |
| I'm finished with | |
| Spit the sickest shit, don't put them tickets on your | |
| Christmas list | |
| Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists | |
| Shit, watch these niggas just spaz on some schizophrenic shit | |
| No Idols [Outro] | |
| Our boy Al, everybody's pal |
| Ladies and gentlemen, | |
| Wolf Haley, | |
| Domo Gen in this bitch | |
| I mean the building, we came with planes and two | |
| Taliban kids | |
| Some gasoline, me and | |
| Domo are two talented kids | |
| Bitch, back like my jump on | |
| Jimmy Fallen' s ribs | |
| You think | |
| I give a fuck? | |
| Exes get to hackin' at dicks | |
| Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz | |
| Man this rap shit is borin', this tourin' is tearing me a new asshole | |
| I' m not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor | |
| That' s cause | |
| I' m up ' til four in the morning recording, fuck it | |
| If you think | |
| I' m a dick, bitch then why don' t you, shove it | |
| Up your fuckin' ass, | |
| I mastered this shit like | |
| I' m grubbin' | |
| Cuban chain tucked cause you know | |
| I don' t like, stuntin' | |
| But since we' re on the subject, | |
| I' m good bruh it' s, nothin' | |
| Lettuce in my pocket, salty niggas need to, catch up | |
| You' re full of bologna if you do not think my, bread' s up | |
| But let us get this cheese, you musta heard | |
| Rella Never mind, you don' t even like sandwiches fella | |
| And I' m still fuckin' hungry, that' s probably cause | |
| I' m African | |
| Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again | |
| Actually, fuck this, | |
| Adult Swim pays good | |
| Loiter Squad season two, bitch | |
| I wanna act again Break | |
| Uno, dos, tres, cuatro x8 Verse 2: Domo Genesis | |
| Liftin' up like the collar of | |
| Kanye on College | |
| Dropout To be honest, when | |
| I drop it | |
| I' m knockin' the whole block out | |
| Off the glass, even when it look good | |
| I still box out | |
| Bitch regardless, | |
| I' m the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out | |
| Smellin' like success, leave the room | |
| I bet it linger | |
| Word slinger, oh it' s itchin' | |
| I' m fixin' the trigger finger | |
| I don' t get respect it' s like somebody gotta die tonight | |
| Type to hit my special five times in a title fight Verse 3: Tyler the Creator | |
| Six in the morn, asthma flared and there' s snot in my nose | |
| The needle got me sick, whatever robotussin will get it | |
| I' mma dragon, | |
| I speak Portuguese and | |
| Spanish I drive a wagon, momma said that | |
| I could be anything that | |
| I imagine | |
| I wanna be successful by the age of twentyone | |
| Cause twentythree' s too late, | |
| I' m done I woolknitted this purse and bullshitted this verse | |
| But lucky enough the dickriders will still go berserk | |
| It' s No Idols, nigga, | |
| Domo Genesis Verse 4: Domo Genesis | |
| I got the game toetouchin' like it' s pigeontoed | |
| Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals | |
| Listen yo, quit the bitchin', whitetinted | |
| I got this shit controlled, boy | |
| I be the illest feel it in my soul | |
| For all you know | |
| I' m ultimate soldier type, it' s a horror story | |
| Reason you feelin' worried, cause | |
| I' m the poltergeist | |
| I' m the evil thought that' s approachin' ' em on the coldest nights | |
| So when they ask me if | |
| I' m ' bout to kill ' em, tell ' em, " Show you' re right" | |
| I got my focus right as you could fuckin' see now | |
| Landin' for my spot, make you forget it like you senile | |
| Document my awesomeness cause | |
| I don' t like to freestyle | |
| I like to hit the dougie while she suckin' on my penile | |
| Domo Genesis, what | |
| I tell them bitches | |
| I' m finished with | |
| Spit the sickest shit, don' t put them tickets on your | |
| Christmas list | |
| Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists | |
| Shit, watch these niggas just spaz on some schizophrenic shit | |
| No Idols Outro | |
| Our boy Al, everybody' s pal |
| Ladies and gentlemen, | |
| Wolf Haley, | |
| Domo Gen in this bitch | |
| I mean the building, we came with planes and two | |
| Taliban kids | |
| Some gasoline, me and | |
| Domo are two talented kids | |
| Bitch, back like my jump on | |
| Jimmy Fallen' s ribs | |
| You think | |
| I give a fuck? | |
| Exes get to hackin' at dicks | |
| Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz | |
| Man this rap shit is borin', this tourin' is tearing me a new asshole | |
| I' m not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor | |
| That' s cause | |
| I' m up ' til four in the morning recording, fuck it | |
| If you think | |
| I' m a dick, bitch then why don' t you, shove it | |
| Up your fuckin' ass, | |
| I mastered this shit like | |
| I' m grubbin' | |
| Cuban chain tucked cause you know | |
| I don' t like, stuntin' | |
| But since we' re on the subject, | |
| I' m good bruh it' s, nothin' | |
| Lettuce in my pocket, salty niggas need to, catch up | |
| You' re full of bologna if you do not think my, bread' s up | |
| But let us get this cheese, you musta heard | |
| Rella Never mind, you don' t even like sandwiches fella | |
| And I' m still fuckin' hungry, that' s probably cause | |
| I' m African | |
| Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again | |
| Actually, fuck this, | |
| Adult Swim pays good | |
| Loiter Squad season two, bitch | |
| I wanna act again Break | |
| Uno, dos, tres, cuatro x8 Verse 2: Domo Genesis | |
| Liftin' up like the collar of | |
| Kanye on College | |
| Dropout To be honest, when | |
| I drop it | |
| I' m knockin' the whole block out | |
| Off the glass, even when it look good | |
| I still box out | |
| Bitch regardless, | |
| I' m the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out | |
| Smellin' like success, leave the room | |
| I bet it linger | |
| Word slinger, oh it' s itchin' | |
| I' m fixin' the trigger finger | |
| I don' t get respect it' s like somebody gotta die tonight | |
| Type to hit my special five times in a title fight Verse 3: Tyler the Creator | |
| Six in the morn, asthma flared and there' s snot in my nose | |
| The needle got me sick, whatever robotussin will get it | |
| I' mma dragon, | |
| I speak Portuguese and | |
| Spanish I drive a wagon, momma said that | |
| I could be anything that | |
| I imagine | |
| I wanna be successful by the age of twentyone | |
| Cause twentythree' s too late, | |
| I' m done I woolknitted this purse and bullshitted this verse | |
| But lucky enough the dickriders will still go berserk | |
| It' s No Idols, nigga, | |
| Domo Genesis Verse 4: Domo Genesis | |
| I got the game toetouchin' like it' s pigeontoed | |
| Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals | |
| Listen yo, quit the bitchin', whitetinted | |
| I got this shit controlled, boy | |
| I be the illest feel it in my soul | |
| For all you know | |
| I' m ultimate soldier type, it' s a horror story | |
| Reason you feelin' worried, cause | |
| I' m the poltergeist | |
| I' m the evil thought that' s approachin' ' em on the coldest nights | |
| So when they ask me if | |
| I' m ' bout to kill ' em, tell ' em, " Show you' re right" | |
| I got my focus right as you could fuckin' see now | |
| Landin' for my spot, make you forget it like you senile | |
| Document my awesomeness cause | |
| I don' t like to freestyle | |
| I like to hit the dougie while she suckin' on my penile | |
| Domo Genesis, what | |
| I tell them bitches | |
| I' m finished with | |
| Spit the sickest shit, don' t put them tickets on your | |
| Christmas list | |
| Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists | |
| Shit, watch these niggas just spaz on some schizophrenic shit | |
| No Idols Outro | |
| Our boy Al, everybody' s pal |
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