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