Odd Future - Double Cheeseburger Lyrics
[Verse 1: Domo]Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt freeShoot for the sky like a church league, y'all heard meAbsurd G, chickens clucking for bird seedsBut I gotta apologize, no grease like XerxesWon't heat or burn me, I'm the coolest nigga hereUsually defecation, now I'm pissing in your earMy tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rearI'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer hereMetaphor, chilling with better whoresSmoking then later on, I bone them like SkeletorWhat would I sell this for, this is free distributionStyle, they straight jack it like mental institutionsOutfits is ruthless, now your ***** is choosingShe floating round winners, now your ***** you losingYeah, cause I'm the Super Sega GenesisSalute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little *****[Verse 2: Tyler]Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tipOf my dick, head, melon off and let it ripJust like a cannon from the teen in NickThat's equivalent, to the poison in a cigaretteTyler the Creator invented some new shitAnd it's probably from the Illuminati, Nazi descent, soIf I give a *****, it's probably from my dickWhen I'm Cheney in your daughter, she's tied up inside a tent, yeahOdd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presentsWe're back like a black *****'s hairline, indent theShit I represent is killing niggas and shitThat's why I traded R. Kelly my sister for a new hitI get it cracking like the lips of a nigger, actorOr a Dahmer, when he invited me in for cheese and crackersJust to watch the Grammy's (Oh that's Taylor Swift) Man she's so attractiveNow he's mad and tryna run me over out with Gacy's tractorHop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green Supreme hatsLike I was sponsored up by the *****ing PackShitting on niggas, my tongue considered a laxativeMaxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lipBack washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip***** Wolf Gang, ***** what? Here let's take a tripTake a look, to this bullet, now my finger slippedMy only purpose in life to kill myself up on accidentFreshjive, yeah I get it no chargeDick soft as *****, but somehow I go hardForearm with my gang name, that's an old carveChima Ferguson's bangin', you Ace niggas is Low Card, Wolf Gang[Verse 3: Jasper]Niggas rolling deep, burners pulled outNiggas in the street scared, cause I got the burner in the hand[Outro: Tyler]That shit was wack, don't ever rap again in your *****ing life
