Tyler, The Creator — Llama

Lyrics From Snippets [Verse: Tyler, The Creator] My mom caught me jackin' off to Hannah Montana with a banana peel Sippin' a Cherry Fanta to match my dress and my purple heels Lookin' like Santa, but skinny in a black weave, it's real In a stolen truck with a license to kill I tell em' I'm Frank from Montana, the king of the hill Except I'm a nigga from the Junkyard Gang Bill Cosby couldn't spot me if I copied a duck and a bill Simply 'cause I do not give a fuck like virginity Illmatic with the tactics I don't give a fuck how you feel, I got Wolf I flow backwards like heat when it chills on a thermometer I skatin', rappin', composin' photographer is back like a black bitch's hair line kilometer Hotter than Madonna, "Doo Doo Mama" back up dancers With the windows rolled up inside the Honda Drivin' through Nеvada in the summer Tyler, comma, Thе Creator is a fuckin' animal In such, I'm spittin' like a llama, nigga I'm a bastard, I'm a walrus, I'm a mothafuckin' llama, nigga