Текст песни «Creator - Jamba»

(Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator)
Papa aint call even though he saw me on T.V., its all good, (Fuck You)
But now my balls balls deep in this broads jaws, swallow girl, its just nut
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah they heard Im fuckin nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(G, pass me my inhaler)
Im sick of hacking and coughing, Im often this fucking awesome
Im animals, Noahs arking, and often this rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like What the fucks an apartment?
Get shit popping like Peters pores during puberty
And take bets on how quickly Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well heres my dick for gratiturity, bitch

(Hook: Tyler, the Creator)
Shut Him Down!
You Gotta Shut Him Down!
Shut Him Down!

(Verse 2: Hodgy Beats)
I tumble crush on hudgy sluts, give money up then nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkins petty when you touch his lunch
Like What the fuck? Im drunk as fuck, turn the fucking music up
So I can hear these stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, Who the fuck are you to us, uterus?
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I dont begin moving up, Im shooting up
You and her, crew on turf, new dessert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking round my crew to flirt
Its on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, its the movement first
Fuck a human nurse, Im I'll like uses earth, to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my lou
Get hit to the pube, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view, a visual woose, I eat your ribs, Im a wolf
Then meet your kids afterschool and give em drugs cause its cool (Fucker)

(Hook: Tyler, the Creator)
Shut Him Down!
You Gotta Shut Him Down!
Shut Him Down!

(Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator)
Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga lets smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit thats green, a little purple and pink
Get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape I can taste it when Im inhaling the vapes
You can smell us in places when we walk
And our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts and What the fuck is this?
I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate Im fucking faded like gradient
Shit Im stuck like the tape thats superglued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist.
Its like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, Im lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm
Lets use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit