Jack And The Beanstalk-Tyler, The Creator

[Intro:] They don't paint pictures, they just trace me [Verse 1:] Odd Future, I'm your muthaf**kin' sergeant Ni**a, I'm in charge, I f**k with Freshjive Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price No bargin', ni**a that's a bargain Cow print t-shirt like muthaf**kin' dog On the muthaf**kin' farm with cockadoddle doodles I'm making straight b**ches p**sy wet just like a noodle And my dick must be dog food to these b**ches' poodles Felines on the freetime, I'm tossin' b**ches' salads And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan We was flyin' to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock To Soho, baby, Milo so d**e The coc*ine flow, niggas spit heat, propane Niggas get the picture, I see, why? (They don't paint pictures, they just trace me) [Hook:] My ni**a, no hook No hook, f**k a hook [Verse 2:] Yo, beside me, nobody likes me Mainly because I am not a f**kin' HypeBeast I think Supreme suck, we gnarly on our Nikes I can wear some Wranglers, with a f**kin' white T Doo-rags to match, and I do sag In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu poor over Ni**a, you pull over, f**k a Rover Range And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my b**ch is strange And I'm the only f**kin' rapper without a chain With a four finger ring like I can't spell my f**kin' name And I go to Obama rallies screamin' out "McCain! " Them ignorant bashin' muthaf**kers is my gang And the dirty la dera I can't forget where I came from Ni**a, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacher White and black b**ch like she's a muthaf**kin' zebra Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter [Hook] [Bridge:] (It's gold) The gold is in the back (It's gold) The beat's in the front (It's gold) The beat's a f**kin' bully (Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man (Gold) The pink is in the sky (That sh*t's gold) The gold is in my mind (It's gold) The mind is in my gold The beat is turnin' old, so go [Verse 3:] Synthesizer, I'm the muthaf**kin' master Ni**a, I'm a bastard, I f**k with chord keys Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song And a hi-hat made of plastic, ni**a's sound is elastic Ni**a, you can bite this, unless you wanna bite back I didn't take my f**kin' Ritalin, this is a hype track HypeTrack that and send it, ni**a it's a sack sh*t I had you motherf**kers eatin' salad like a fat b**ch [Outro:] Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin' on your FM Ace the Creator, drop the drums, ni**a, thank you to HypeBeast