Mars lyrics

[Verse]
Superbad, superbad, Tyler, The Creator's good
Hair nappier than paper towels roaming neighborhoods
Spitting racial slurs, robbing hoods with a lightsaber
On a saber toothed tiger named Woods
"Where the f*ck is Earl?" Not in jail that f*cker's bailed out
Now he's in my basement and he's hungry, bring the pail out
Ghostwriting at my gunpoint until I sell out
And buy a bunch of punch-flavored lip balm
While that n*gga f*cking yells out
"f*ck Wolf Gang, man you n*ggas is crazy"
Pop out with more homies than a Mexican baby
Triple sixes, b*tches p*ssin', n*ggas spittin' like the f*ckin' special ed
Epileptic, gettin' groovy with rabies
Pullback hats, leavе my cat warm
Hack and accidentally snap a couple bullet, gats, thorns
Twistеrs in a bullet, pull it, back torn
I don't give a goddamn, f*ck sh*t, scat porn
Me and Justin Bieber watching Flapjack
As I get my jack flapped off by a cat stack
In the corner is a stack of cats dead, by the wolves
From a quick game of kill the pus*y on the mattress
A couple doo-doo mommas and some ratchets
And that's that 'preme hat, the same color of a cactus
Butt-kissing, smashing sl*ts all across the atlas
She said she lost her v-card so I f*cked her with a compass
Let's find it with my diginity
And let's try to find my f*cking dad in the vicinity
And if we find him, a chance that we'll find her virginity
Helping Easter bunnies fix lights on Jesus Christmas tree
Yeah, right (Dumbass b*tch)
I fill Mac Miller with painkillers
Prance around his body in a dress as I play Thriller
Drink Miller, drunk drive to a b*tch house
f*ck her raw, catch AIDS just to prove that he ain't iller