I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback

My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Awesome I achieve that minnie, blastin' "you're a jerk"

In some fuckin' yellow skinnies lookin' like a fuckin' faggot

Bouncin' round the house tryna find an easy way to rape minnie

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny dead

I like my girls smart, skinny

Kinda poptart, when I bite into 'em red

I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask sarah, I'm the rapist

I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, gucci belts is for them faggots

My hat is by gb, if you got a fuckin' problem

With the future, you can get a death wish just like a tiba

Fuck the biz apparent, odd future errant

I'm watchin' the berrics gettin' head from someone's parent

Blind fuckin' hate inside my heart, guaranteed

That I'm sharin' in the force with the cyclops starin'

I'm flyin' on the beaver, you're a disbeliever

So don't ask for no muthafuckin' ride when you see us

Swim right past you, the shitlist said that I'm nutty such cashew

Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

The shit you can mention me if anybody ask you

Care to juggle with the cash news?

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

I wanna feel her in every way

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Bong, vaporizer in the sack now

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped

Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

She ain't got time to try to relieve ya

But she'll get all in your head, sativa

We grind, these niggas asking for some promo

We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos

Square circle jerks starting o.f. moshpit

Preaching to the poets, I'm an o.f. prophet

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell

Ain't she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Everything that we call flight, living life

This is everything that we call hype

I'm everything that they call nice

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Intimidated by niggas you can't be

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Top ranked, number one my son

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

It's ironic cause I always hear you talking about one

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly