Zonkers

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"Tyler, The Creator - Yonkers" flow

Snortin morphine off her uterus
I'll ride my fucking girl home, after she get through with us
we finished Titanic, yeah I found it humerous
goons to a gobin, motherfucker what are you to us?
 
you need to burn someone, I wish you woulda thought of us
kidnap a bitch blindfolded, let's keep it anonymous
she a thick bitch, I ain't talkin hippopotamus
before she calls the cops, I slit her goddamn esophagus
 
Get awards, first place, I'm an illustrator
stairs are taking way too long, I'll take the fuckin elevator
too bad the shits dead, I better get my generator
get your kids attention, throw skittles in the incinerator
 
Damn...
 
All I want for christmas, is yo bitch on my hit list
she better have apologized, I hate her fuckin lipstick
the bitch sent me pictures, need to get my fuckin print fixed
3 things she want, and it's me, my dick, some chips and whippets
 
The only thing I look forward to is Doris
look forward to the chorus, cause my torrents anamorphous
please enjoy my portraits, they're absolutely gorgeous
and fuck a triceratops, i'm a brontosaurus
 
I'm at the club, yeah she thinks a nigga workin late
then I see her on the pole, naked while she twerk n shake
Well, now I have the perks of being single
hunnet eighty, now lets mingle
fuck me up now, where'd the drinks go?
 
Paws
 
Your ass'll get beat, best believe im packin heat
Sauce from macaroni, you actin phony? I'm spazzin' homie
time to blow it, grab C4 and fuckin strap it on me
Your raps bologna, well at least thats what the dragons told me
 
Stop actin sloppy, I got a shotty and know karate
your nazi's cocky, I'll murder him at my fuckin party
store the body in a portapotty, snort some oxy
I'm pourin' coffee on foreign hotties, they're poor and probably
 
Selling pussy for mortgaged property, bad economy
say "bitch, im through", then I walk outside her doorway
staying with these bitches aint my forte, or my policy
come back, and give her honesty, "thank you for the foreplay"
 
She blows a little kiss, then she says 'I'll see you soon'
I don't like that attitude, why was shawty actin rude?
just forget it, but remember all these bars I'm spittin
I can't remember, the cars had anasthesia in it
 
I take a minute to recollect my thoughts again
and when it's processed, I'm back here where fuckin @u$t!n lives
Then I admit it, bitch I really did forget it, shit
then slip into some dark, and when I fall, I hear my pops come in
 
I'm in a place, I thin-- oh yeah, it's called a coma
what's that aroma? it explodes, a fuckin trashed diploma
I splash the mocha, then do some yoga and get pneumonia
at least I passed the quota, smashed the cobra, fast, it's over
 
I tag the motor, stash the coke in laughin supernovas
this giraffe is claustrophobic, fuckin hoes with bloody noses
then hide the coke smell with mangled cotten candy roses
my class explodes, what's left is shattered glass and battered hoes
 
"Quick!" the teacher yells, "We better call an ambulance"
here comes the school nurse, just to hand the students bandages
and then the pigs come, inspect the other campuses
check footage from the cameras, then inspect the fuckin damages

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Austinarnold
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