Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burger, artist - Tyler, The Creator. Album song Goblin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tyler
Song language: English
Burger |
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 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 talking in 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 plant Goblins 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 |
Take a bunch of pictures then 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 |