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Tundra
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Tyler, The Creator
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Hey, how you doin today? We are … not your kind Not your kind Tundra, i make the ground rumble And with thunder on my side i can f**k zues’s mother—f**ker Wanna try me and ill spazz out Lose my f**king mind and then ill leave him in a gla** house Then i ask zues “yo, can you bring the hail down? Bring the f**kin crib down? leave him in a gla** grave?” Get gushers for the god named “tenny” and ground MGK? Okay, you want the f**ker dead? i can make it that way F**k yo mom in every way, doggy style, missionary Yo dads tied up in the basement, screaming, pleading Wishin he never nutted in ya motha, now its she screaming Cut open her stomach and i see my d**k coming Thru, do you have the time bruh? I got places to be and i got b*t*hes to punk I got faggots to f**k, yo i hope you know you suck You ain't sh*t, yo momma hate you, thats why she let me f**k She wishes i was her son, but theres no blood so i can still f**k And tuck, that belly b***on in Give her tummy tuck, her bladder bust and then the rust on my bike Ayy, stop f**king up my ride bro Ill jump up off the porch and then ill stab you in the w****, ayy Not your kind Not your kind Ayo i got this verse, i got this verse Oh i know my place in the worldly a-claim Everyone hates me, all of them just the same Because i rap about rape, drugs and torture, hold the door for her Go by any pronouns thats how much i do not give a f**k You listen to rappers that be talkin like they actors Factors, they cappers, dont know where they going They lost in the sauce and its lost in translation Hold the fornication, this was mac millers claymation 12 bars left of copying the copiers First it was one beer, second was the odd todd’s If you wanna make it in this game you must beat all the odds And dont you download any mods You do this on your own, dont sit on anothers throne We ain't mall santas we dont want the flash photography Murder in 3rd degree, hurt her with the words i speak You a little pu**y, wanna fight me? get thru my words Of virgins speaking, f**k im seething in anger Fight me, pu**y, ill just rape ya sister Then kidnap yo daughter imma demon without a martyr Im an artist with no canvas or a father
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