Artist: Odd Future (OFWGKTA) f/ Domo Genesis, Hodgy Beats & Tyler, the Creator Album: The Odd Future Tape Volume 2 Song: Hcapd Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Domo Genesis] Many men has met his fate, murder I premeditate The world is low the devil waits, so I stay high as +Heaven Gates+ See I'm on it everyday, minutes never go to waste If ain't no profit on the way then we can not negotiate Scripture texts for holy sakes, who's tellin what the Lord will say? Until that day, I'll be tunnel vision on the paper chase Odd Future, fuck your feelings, check the score we fuckin winning Check the list we in the building, stupid swag, Paris Hilton More potential, youse a liar, step up we will crucify ya Head first, yeah it's goin down like a scuba diver Need the fire, I'll supply ya, put the hire on the block Swag on deck, if you need it I'll be overstocked [Hodgy Beats] I'm a brother man, with a swagger from the motherlands It tells my hands and rubs my glands, I'm ill as fuck bitch fuck your mans Chingy chong, I'm in Japan, Cheech & Chong wrapped in seran Keep the bong hash in my canister, I'm headed where it's handed first Domo rollin up, Left Brain already smoking You smell that loud ounce? Mary Jane has already spoken My shades on bitch I'm loc'in, no need for aggravations cause a fake nigga in his death bed will be fuckin collaboratin Kush escaped without a roller, high roller no time for strollers Made it stoned cause I'm workin over, too many posers tryin to rob my bowl Kinda strict, Tyler is well represented I fell asleep before you bitch niggaz presented I'm fuckin authentic, remember it You motherfuckers pretending~! [Tyler, the Creator - vocals slowed] Me and Leggo just skated the bowl; next thing you know Wildin out at "Watch the Throne" - I had a dead phone so I gave that little nigga my cam He snapped that shit, the motherfuckers went HAM Like Miss Piggy cunt, around Kermit I'm like how many fucks can I give a day? Fuck respect, I'd rather hang myself on the wall with a noose on neck Before I change to fit in yo' box I'll make sure I can not fit in the house [Tyler, the Creator - normal voice] And I hate genres, fuck hip-hop! with a searching cop, hi-top flip flops in the middle of the winter; y'all like "fuck them kids" like a weird babysitter mindset [slowed down again] My dignity, I'm still trying to find it but I lost it somewhere in Austin in a +Creek+ with +Dawson+ and this vegan bitch trying to eat my sausage (that sounds awesome) Fuck these parties~! I'm real awkward I stand there, I don't know what to do man I'd rather be at home with my crew and my new rooms staring at my brand new Moon Man Listenin to MF Doom and Wooh Da Kid and Brick Squad 1017 (Nigga shout out to Waka) Rest in peace Slim Golf Wang motherfuckin triple six we is three twins Free my little nigga Sweatshirt Gang name stitched into my sweatshirt Bow down until your motherfuckin neck hurt Respect me (Do we run shit?) Nigga, yes indeed Cheech & Chong, I don't need a bong though I do have friends who got weed that's strong I need a tree house, air hockey Ping-pong, a mini ramp A little tramp on a trampoline (Have you heard the end of "The Window?") Nigga fuck the team Okay I'm just playin, I love you niggaz I hate these niggaz, fuck these niggaz Fuck everybody who doubted me The only ones I care abouts the ones that surroundin me (Odd Future!) Fuck all you industry niggaz man Y'all see me at parties, stop comin up sayin "Odd! Well let's collab" I don't fuck with none of you niggaz All y'all can suck my motherfuckin dick Fuck all you labels Fuck every fuckin DJ I hope y'all don't play none of my shit Suck my motherfuckin dick And don't come up to me at the next event I don't want yo' fuckin number, yo' business card Fuck yo' company I'm not performin at none of your shit Don't ask for my fuckin manager's e-mail I don't fuck with none of you niggaz Golf Wang, free Earl nigga Fuck Steve Harvey!!!