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Lyricist: Tyler, The Creator
| Song: | Assmilk |  
| Album: | Bastard | Genres: | Rap |  
| Year: | 2009 | Length: | 220 sec |  Lyrics: 
 Uh, addicts arise when I arriveIn this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
 Fat sack of knives in the passenger side
 Bitch, reach for the door, get your access denied
 I'm not an asshole, I just don't give a fuck a lot
 The only time I do is when a bitch is screaming 'Tyler, stop!'
 The big bad wolf; to me, you're just a minor fox
 Red Riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock
 We the niggas you scared of like bad dentists
 Flow is anthemic, dirty like it's plants in it
 Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis
 To have a bitch ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit
 Your whole gang'll be diminished, bunch got the Brady's in it
 Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it
 Fuck rap, I'll be a landlord so I can rape the tenant's daughter
 Leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it
 Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carri—
 'Augh! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, stop!'
 'Why did you do that?'
 'Say sorry, say sorry!'
 'Sorry! I'm sorry as fuck!
 'Say sorry!'
 'I'm sorry as fuck, ow, ow!'
 'Say sorry!'
 'I'm sorry! Don't look at this!'
 'Say sorry'
 'Don't look at this, ow stop!'
 'Say sorry!'
 'Ow! Stop 'fore you fuck something up!'
 'Say, 'Sorry!'
 'Say, 'Sor-'
 'Sorry, sorry—Uncle!'
 'I fucked this nigga eye up man haha'
 Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carriers
 Jim Carrey her to the cemetery to bury her
 Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her
 After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
 Took karate, mommy told me 'Tyler toughen up'
 Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
 Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta learn her
 I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, Ike Turner
 Over, sloppy seconds is my preference
 Except for when I'm feeding on the flesh of a pedestrian
 Nessy loch monster stop Will he though? Probably not
 Silly hoes lick my balls like FIFA lollipops
 Get the certain tingle, eating Häagen-Dazs
 With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle
 Watch an Animal Planet document on the Eagles
 In the flyest '06 Supreme beanie, Sigel
 Your grind's feeble, I'm regal, really, I'm Willy Smith
 I am Legend, a snicker dick in a vanilli chick
 Come take a stab at it faggot, I pre-ordered your casket
 This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit
 Hat is always forest so the bitches call me Gump
 But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
 Fuck her in a Hummer while I rape her then I put her in a slumber
 It's not a figure of speech when I tell you that I dumped her
 Known narcissists, sipping on arsenic
 Carved carcasses in the garage, don't park in it
 Hard as finding retarded kids at Harvard
 It's Wolf Gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit
 Over the edge, yeah I hide in a potato sack
 'Cause I'm cold as ice like Anasia when she fucking Traq
 I'm the type to put you down to bring myself up
 So when I rape a bitch I hold her down and get my best nut
 The reincarnation of '98 Eminem
 60 Crip and Grizzly and some RMK Denim
 Pay attention I'm stabbing your women friends, like a gentleman
 Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again
 White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like
 At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike
 Fuck it, moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton
 Oxymoron like buff faggots playing sissy dikes
 This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop
 Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt
 Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
 Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing
 I hate gays, gangbangers and fucking jerkers
 Unless it's gay gangbangers, that's fucking jerkers
 Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, I'm not gay, faggot
 Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wu-Tang banging in your system
 Probably banging in your sister
 With my children swimming in her system
 Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo
 You don't fucking skate, take off that box logo
 
 
		
		
	
 
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