Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tron Cat , by - Tyler, The Creator. Song from the album Goblin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tyler
Song language: English
Tron Cat |
| Satan’s gettin jealous of the wolves, demons said they preferrin' us |
| Books I’m not givin' a fuck, what they referrin' us |
| Wolves, I know you heard of us, we murderers |
| And young enough to get the fuckin' priest to come and flirt with us |
| You niggas rap about fuckin' bitches and gettin' head |
| Instead I rap about fuckin' bitches and gettin' heads |
| While you niggas stackin bread, I could stack a couple dead |
| Bodies, make it? |
| look like less of a color, more of a hobby |
| I’m not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist |
| I fuck bitches with no commission, they tend to hate shit |
| Brag about the actions and I wind up? |
| And proceed to sat her down when I go splatterin' her chatterbox |
| Atta boy, Odd Future you’re not in my categor- |
| This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown wanna kick a whore |
| Then make songs about? |
| 'cuz when it rains, it pours |
| I hate this, screamin «Fuck Patience!» |
| Got a nigga shakin like a? |
| fuckin' Haitian |
| After chronic masturbation, askin' where Mary Kate went |
| I wanna be the reason why all lesbians hate dick |
| I make this? |
| wait for the? |
| Game of duct, duct, duct tape with a dead goose |
| She run around this mothafuckin' dungeon, her legs loose |
| Until I accidentally get this saw to her head, oops |
| Victim, victim, honey you’re my fifth one |
| Honey you’re? |
| when I stuff you in my system |
| Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome |
| You got a fuckin' death wish, I’m a genie, it’ll get done |
| Nice to meet ya, but it’s more pleasant to eat ya |
| With a leaf and salad and some dressing pourin' out her teacup |
| Bitch, I’m Tyler The Creature, suck ya feet up like a leecher |
| ? |
| more than the fuckin' bottom of a sneaker |
| Jeeper the fuckin' Creeper, get ya daughter and keep her |
| In the Jeep where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper |
| Take her to? |
| now she standin' there embarassed |
| Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands |
| Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics |
| ? |
| Steve say it cost too much? |
| Put her in the lake, her (Laker), body seems great |
| Now it’s time to fish her, (Fisher), like Derek |
| Satan’s us, we’re dangerous |
| Tradin' kids for angel dust |