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Tyler, The Creator

We come through throbbing like thunder storms
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
I m too explosive for your ears like I m throwing bombs
With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it s on
Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
Hodgy Beats is like limp balm
If you talk shit, I ll make you cry and tell your big moms
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam
And I m going to embalm my creativity
Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I m on

Turn it up, where s the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah
Turn it up, where s the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where s the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where s the bass?
Drop the drums

Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla
My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
I m never the winner, always the loser
I don t choose to win, but I will choose her
Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
I never use a fork I always spoon her
Go nuts, instrumental flow much
European model white bitch is eating donuts
Fuck you faggots, I m with a fat bitch
Making shit come like I m go-go gadget
I m mental, it s instrumental
Make your bitches therapist ask for dental records
And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas
with colored pencils

Turn it up, where s the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah
Turn it up, where s the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where s the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where s the bass?
Drop the drums

Yo, bubble gum that Reese s Pieces
You fail at life, I ll mug your teachers
I ve got Muslims calling on Jesus
I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
Found Alicia, now she keyless
Cold as ice, and now I m creamless
Murdered every bod from my squad
So technically, now I m teamless, O. F. is so prestigious