Tyler The Creator - Burger Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Nigga this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as f*ck so I would really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought, I'm often lost (F*ck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt f*ck a couple rocks, in the Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eatin' toaster strudel at a nude beach in Rome
In a black-pink spaghetti strap, made of Roman noodles
My bitch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky this will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, f*ck college, mommy I am ditching class
I rather be happy then f*cking forty
So f*ck the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope... (They didn't like it)
Oh well, let's get XXL to write us a f*cking story

[Hook: Hodgy]
It's sitting right in my lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it
I'm the f*cking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language, you scared of war?
I'm all anxious, we got the Angus if you want beef
Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)
Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have that burger eat it fast nigga

[Verse 2:]
F*cking all, get you some, obviously intended pun
Same time it took, Jason Dill to get the stitching done
Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy for some months
Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
Started back in f*cking London cracker children wanted something
They could bump and punch a bunch and f*ck a face stumble
Now, moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil wolfs is on the farm and were all evil harmed?
Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleep
Make a peep, f*cking body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a f*cking Greek
God, Bastard was the f*cking shit, explains why it never leaked
I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak
(Once I have my wings and my motherf*cking chain)
Oh that's the black talk you give me, let me down a couple cups of bleach

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Free Earl, that's the f*cking shit
And if you disagree, lick a couple pimple covered clits
From some stripping lesbian dikes that fight niggas
That like to rap about those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake house and play Goblin in his kitchen
Then force him and his mom to listen to track six then
If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his f*cking dick and
Put it in the cabinet where the f*cking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures and post them on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy Fallon like faggot when we perfomin'
Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start stormin' on the stage
In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha
Better get ya tanks before this wolf wars over
History repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier