Dinosaur lyrics

[Intro]
One, two, gold, four

[Verse 1]
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish
f*ck going to parties, I'm reading Dr. Seuss sh*t
The Devil said I'm heaven sent, my f*cking skills are evident
You're irrelevant, like us having a nig​ger president
Yo' black pupils stick to me like Velcro
But I don't think no one can touch me, Tickle Me Elmo
You're a f*cking homo's snack, a Lunchable
I'm an Addams Family member, you're a f*cking Huxtable
My Superman state of dark cape is Bape
You're wearing Diamond Supply but you do not even skate
You're backwards bent, no forward thought sh*t
Like fat people wearing skinny jeans they can't fit
If I die, tell my mom I took a dollar out her wallet
Always out the motherf*cking box, no in
Don't have a religion, ignorant, no sin
Begin my book, first page no end, I'm done

[Interlude]
Yeah
This is like a Zombie Circus, for me
Hi, I'm Tyler
[Verse 2]
Told my counselor I'm contemplating killing, these instrumentals ill as f*ck
Used for Penicillin, pump bass these keys
To rappers I was dealing made me a crazy man
Mom, pass the f*cking Ritalin
b*tches throw they pus*y at me like they mad at kittens
Got me p*ssing red and green sh*t like it's f*cking Christmas
But I'm a f*cking virgin if you listen
When I say I hate yo' motherf*cking guts I'm not kidding
My suicide note's already written
It says "f*ck you" in all caps, to be specific
Company that that piano kept me
I cannot comprehend you n*ggas, I'm dyslexie
With skinheads, skateboarders somewhere where yo' ex be
You roll with thugs, you can find me where the T-Rex be
Busted ass cap, busted ass shoes
On a scale to one to two I'm f*cking Awesome plus tax
I'm done

[Interlude]
sh*t
Uh-uh-uh uh
Yeah
This is like The Truman Show
I'm Tyler
[Verse 3]
f*ck Lame hoodie, my mom goodie
Naked Jazz records, Jimmy, woody
Iller, I would be, killer, or should he kill her? I should be
But I'm a f*cking dinosaur, you could hear me make a roar
Right inside your f*cking store, interesting your f*cking brain
Right inside the f*cking door, my key got three locks
To open the beat box where I keep my instruments
On some sentimental sh*t
Y'all don't got Maybachs, y'all be on some rental sh*t
I'm broke as f*ck, my pockets be on some lintel sh*t
Smile with the gold fronts like I'm on some dental sh*t
Walk inside Supreme like I'm on some Skate Mental sh*t
Talkin' to my self, yeah I'm on some mental sh*t

[Outro]
Cha-ching, cha-ching
f*ckin' cha-ching
Uh, uh
Uh, yeah