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Buffalo

(Yeah, you feel alright?)God, goodness gracious

I can't wait to see the look on y'all niggas faces

That boy T not surprised his thoughts and chasten

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 at they page in a bunch

Fuckin' attitude switch is like a book with a strife

But, I'm a fraud I pray to God when it's six triple book bashin' while

Me and my favorite archive lips tickle

Peter Parker pickle 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

Not Golf when the little homies don't, wait

Lets weigh my options

I bought me a mansion, that bought some attention

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 in their favorite seat

Videos, stage dives, popups, they watching T

While y'all niggas watchin' the throne, the throne be watching meIf 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 flyEenie, meenie, miney, mo, nigger nigger on the wall

Rap bars, jail bars, guys shootin' basketballs

Tyler the DARKskin, arrested in AUStin

Cops know who I was cause kids said the show was AWEsomeTyler, Tyler, I swear to, I swear to fuck! If you fucking

Do NOT fuck this up!

You have the whole world in your fucking handsHow many leaders in the house?

Well can't somebody bring the mirrors out, I'm getting lonely

Likes and apologies, the 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't somebody bring the camera out so I can film me

See a great director nigga's vision must be blurry

Boy I give 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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