Testo di 'Jamba (Wolf) (feat. Hodgy Beats)' di Tyler, The Creator

Papa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (fuck you)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaw, swallow girl, it's just nut
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Flog Gnaw, nigga, you can tell by the badge
(Hodgy, pass me my inhaler)
I'm sicking of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animal, Noah's ark, and all from this rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit poppin' like Peter's pores during puberty
Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well he's my dick for gratiturity, bitch

Shut em down
Shut em down
Shut em down

I tumble-crush on huzzy sluts, give money up then nutty butt,
Professor Nutty Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch
Like, what the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck, turn the fucking music up
So I can't hear these stupid fucks, talk-no-walk, let you discuss
You're talking too much, Who the fuck are you to us?, Uterus
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
You and her, crew on turf, new desert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the whore on a bitch when she walk around my crew to flirt
It's on ya' shoulder, lose the dirt, yea, it's the movement first
Fuck a human nurse! I'm ill I used this earth to infuse the birt
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my Lou
Get hip to the pew, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view of visuals, i'll eat your ribs! I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids after school, and give them drugs cause it's cool (Fucker)

Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little purple and pink
Come get some Swisher Sweets, about three or four more than needed be
I got a eighth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape, I could taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You could smell us in places when we walk
In our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts; and what the fuck is this? Uh
I think this Mary is laced; my heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can't relate I'm fucking faded like gradients
Shit, I'm stuck like tape that's super glued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist.
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the shit is scary,
The paranoia from this marijuana's very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pass the sherm
Let's use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit

C'mon my nigga you don't even smoke, you weak as fuck my nigga
You do not smoke, no tux my nigga, you're as weak as..F- you're butt my nigga...
Oh mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro.
Here come this weak-ass nigga Samuel