Tyler, the Creator Follow

[Verse 1]
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
She tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella
When it comes to your perception of my shit, I'm Helen Keller
When it comes to the perfection of my shit, I know you smell the
Rectum, I'm like a chromosome I always X them
Like Wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon
I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin
And fuck Mary in her ass..
Yo, I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest
In the three bear house eating their mothafuckin' porridge
I tell her it's my house, give her a tour
In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in my storage
Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit
Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging
And please never disrespect my set with Canons
Hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

[Hook]
You little niggas better check my French
You getting money better check my French
What time is it, huh? Check my French
If you cop my shit you better check my French
I'm making moves, check my French
I speak English but check my French
Your ho be on my penis, she check my French, bitch

[Verse 2]
I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl I'm digging
When I'm digging in her pussy, I'm never using a rubber
But fuck it, I guess I got to stretch it out like it was flubber
And leave it dripping green and red like double cheese buggers
Chewing on cum like bubble gum from Hubba
This bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shrimp, yeah
Yo, I'm seventeen, already sniffing blow
I tell my friends it's asthma every time I start to itch my throat
I got a new show for MTV, “Pimp My Boat”
Because some bitch said my semen was dirty, that's silly ho
The most that they can do is find me, I'm hiding