Analog (feat. Hodgy Beats) - Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky

Oh shit, yea, shut up bitch Bitch, bitch shut up The fuck up, the fuck you talkin', shut the fuck up Bitch If I was a dinosaur I would be a flexasaurus Since you don't like what the fuck you heard, fast Forward to the Hodgy Beats, Odd Future, Golf Wang nigga, but there's More of us Ner's out when they're killing the gorgeous Diamond cut like what the fuck is flawless? Tell the runner to go and get me some go Cause I'm bubblin' on you horrors I'm such a mystery Mystery is more quite than a hipster Prius takin' a Trip to Egypt Niggas claim to be scenic when I know they ain't seen Shit I see shit fuckin' seasick, rain showers is what I Predict My flow is like gymnastics, so Beef flips, patty cakes, smoke a pound of dro for the Algae taste Say whattup to my pinky, say hi to my index Fuck all the hoes want middle finger, thumb take shots Like a pentax Bitch I kill 'em all, you could just write off they're Death tax Boxin' niggas out of the mic, punch lines, death match I invented swag, fuck what these other niggas talkin' 'Bout Niggas wanna brag 'bout the shit that they lack But the truth of the fact, it's all word of mouth Talk a lot of crap, but ain't shit for sure Bathin' Ape shit that I get for low I don't pay much and I don't say much But I still got a swag you should get to know I flip a show, spend it on apparel Spanish bitch tell me I look mucho dinero Then she say she love me and I tell her I don't care ho I'm in the fast lane with my foot on the pedal Smash, I'm takin' off Lot of niggas hate, but I shake 'em off Put that hash in a bong, it'll make ya cough And the purp's goin' down like the Lakers lost Cause we them niggas, yea Doper than the 80's, baby Careful, I might snatch your bitch and turn her to a Wavy lady Scare 'em when I'm taking steps Sorry bitch, I'm paper, chase When I get where I am, I want my demands With my nuts in my hand, like fuckin' bait Yea! Balls in my hand! Monster cock! Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All! Yea

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature Fuck you think I made Odd Future for? To wear fucking suits and make good decisions? Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music sucks? (I did!) Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry) Full of shit, like I ate that John Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom With nice homes, 41k's, and nice ass lawns Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with dick I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck you" I got ten of these Kennedy's Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery 'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96 It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Wolf Gang, triple six crew It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang Wolf Gang kill them My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this? You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch You told me God was the answer When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds "My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds" Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank Free Earl, that's the fucking shit And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking clique Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with, bitch And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box

Nigga this is my cup, drink the cyanide up Dope as fuck so I would really shoot a group of guys up Deep thought, I'm often lost (Fuck it) put me next to awesome Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut Butt fuck 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, fuck college, mommy I am ditching class I rather be happy then fucking forty So fuck 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 fucking story It's sitting right in my lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it I'm the fucking 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 Fucking 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 fucking London cracker children wanted something They could bump and punch a bunch and fuck 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, fucking body will go missing in a week Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking greek God, Bastard was the fucking 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 motherfucking chain) Oh that's the black talk you give me, let me down a couple cups of bleach Free Earl, that's the fucking 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 fucking dick and Put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and chips is 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

Okay, welcome to my 12 bar The beat, wears it like a kevlar As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking abdomen I spit negative just like a halogen My breeze more of a fucking masculine The rascals win, killing them all with a javelin Snakes, I'm just rattling, suit taylor never taddling You niggas a bunch of squares, Madison As far as real niggas, bitch nigga my battle's sick On top of being talented, bitch I'm fucking passionate I'm a golden curse, call me treacherous, treasure chest Better yet, I'll build on to the beat like tetris Remember me, forgetfulness, I am your correctionist I stitched odd and future together like a leather vest You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, rosetta checks I put together decks and push for beef, If head for less I'm headed out to Sydney Australia with Tim Donnelly He gets caught up at security, the TSA don't follow me Tea parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home Cock back and blast off written on the tombstone, ain't that a bitch Let's see, what's wrong with me might be my fucking tourett sy- I need a vacation cause all this shit got me stressing So after the showers with Sandusky, me and Sean Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis Lionel rolled the blunts up, so meanwhile me and Lucas getting fucked up You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up Listening to Common's last album to get pumped up So finally asked when I can get my dick sucked You know Casey Anthony, was handling Dropping her kids off so she could come out and dance with me Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my trampoline Learned some new chords while you uncreative were sampling I'm wolf, I spit flow-y partly As retarded as the sound of deaf people arguing You hold the future of the kid you daughter's gargling Me, I have the odd future motherfucking sargeaning (Tyler calm the fuck down) No, I'm the fuck now My poppa didn't give one, that's why I'm like this now I'm still down to cut throat And if another fan asks for a photo while I'm snacking on my pizza lunchable I'm 'a fucking snap like Berman when he acts right Then have a mental breakdown and proceed to use a crack pipe OF will be done for, niggas will be dumb poor Don't believe me, ok be right back, I'm headed to the gun store M-16's and them 16's came out of nowhere like your kid's wet dream What you mean old news, Oh you Will you need us to fucking show you that we're harder than finding a fucking snickers bar in whole foods In a black hoodie, nose bruised and a gold tooth Hoping the security guard doesn't hold you in custody But luckily had a couple of guns with me Like gay step mom, none of you motherfuckers can fuck with me