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The Creator Tyler

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(yeah... you feel alright?) god, goodness gracious i can't wait to see the look on y'all niggas faces that boy t nuts, surprised his thoughts isn't chafing fuck them crackers up at mountain dew them niggas is racist cabbage was made, critic faggots was shook so i told 'em that i'll exchange the word "faggot" with "book" and all them "books" is pissed off and had their page in a bunch fuckin' attitude switched just like a "book" when it struts but, i'm a fraud i pray to god when the six triple "book" bashin' while me and my favorite author's lips tickle peter parker pick a pack of peppers when the plot thickens tyler, the creator fuckin' kill you with a popsicle cold blooded so we rock mittens so they won't find him not kiddin' keep the tommy on me bitch, i'm ms. pickles said i seem off, last time that team talked sick of making niggas cabbage so i took the 'preme off should've bought some stock in it (yo it's fucked up, i get it. put a sock in it) not golf when the little homies don't, wait let's weigh my options i bought me a mansion, and bought some attention ain't give none to hopsin and dear boyce watkins why you mad? it's the slave in me it's facts boy i'm back like rosa parks least favorite seat videos, stage dives, popups, they watching t' while y'all niggas watchin' the throne, the throne be watching me (shane powers) if you fuck this up there are so many fuckin' kids right now, listenin' to this guy get those wings flapping motherfucker! cause this kid's ready to fucking fly eenie, meenie, miney, mo, nigger nigger on the wall rap bars, jail bars, die or shoot a basketball "tyler the darkskin, arrested in austin" cops know who i was cause their kid said the show was awesome (shane powers) tyler, tyler, i swear to, i swear to fuck! if you fucking... do not fuck this up! you have the whole world in your fucking hands how many leaders in the house? well can somebody bring the mirrors out? i'm getting lonely likes and apologies and snaps make it obvious that everybody on this fucking planet lackin' confidence how many leaders in the house? (do not fuck this up!) well can somebody bring the camera out so i can film me t a great director nigga's vision must be blurry boy i get them epic shots like jaywalkin' in missouri wait... how many leaders in the house? well can't somebody bring my album out so i can hear one pour me a drink, shit i don't know what to think cause all these niggas leaning like they forest whitaker's blink wait... how many leaders in the house? see why nobody got they hands up, see that's the issue

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