Tyler, The Creator — Sorry Freestyle

[Intro] Um......'Sup, cock fucking face niggas? It's your boy Ace, man. Um..... I'm in fucking Sacramento right now and shit, mom just moved I've got nothing better to do out here, so I'm just gonna freestyle for you dick sucking motherfuckers, alright? Ready? Who you with? Nah, I'm playing.......um..... Alright, let's see....... This some exclusive shit, nigga. Um..... I'm really gonna freestyle, none of this shit written like these other Motherfuckers do. Alright? [Verse] Free styling, and that nigga Wild N' Out, like Nick Cannon. Fuck on rock or bammin' Obama I'mma fuckin' bomb ya. Have to be something with your mamma and Osama Bin Laden, that nigga been hidin'. Probably been ridin' in the dirty Eating on my dad's white stuff, like Mcflurry Nigga's can't burn me. I am not a book, you can't learn me But don't fuck me, you cannot yearn me. I am not a fucking check, you cannot earn me What the fuck else rhymes with earn? Bernie Bernie and irk, irk and Kirk, and Kirk is fucking Berk and Berk is fucking Bobby Bobby's fucking auntie, Johnny. Johnny fucking nanny, auntie. Johnny's fucking Chuck, and Chuck is fucking Bobby So, it's like a threesome, with eighteen more fucking people I'm a fucking zero, your a fucking two plus eight, six. I can't count, that's why I won't amount to shit But I got a big dick, and it's growing. And my fucking lyrics keep flowing And my mother fucking spit keep getting on my fucking clothes and the camera Lens. I am in the mother fucking camera bends I don't make sense, but I could give a damn if your bitch is a man. If your mother fucking head hurt from working all day If your momma's dead, she be sucking dick and fucking pussy blunt ashtrays with your uncle Fuck 'em, fuck you. If you looking at this, fuck you Here, you is a mother fucking queer Shout out to Odd Future, Peas 'n Carrots. We gon sit down and say cheers. I just though of that right now Actually, I thought about that two minutes ago. We can go find a ho, or a slut, or a bitch, open up her legs and probably bust a nut in her hair Spit up on the lens, lens up on the spit. This camera's shit Hopefully, some nigga's will get me a cannon Back to my first line, bammin Obama. Fuck you and your fucking momma And your momma's cousin, they be buzzing, they be smoking, and then they coke, and then they drink, and then they play Young dro in a Lincoln. I'm winking I'm lying, and your bitch is lying. Because the bitch got shot, and her fucking mom's dying No, she's not dying, I'm lying. Her fucking uncle bobby just got shot with a BB......Gun, nigga's better run My dick's a gun, and it's about to cum. Blow you in your mouth, yeah, I blow it in your mouth Get it? No, you don't. Yes, you will, no, I won't Fuck, I'm running out of breath. Need a fucking, inhaler before I fucking, inhale ya This shit is recording, now I gotta save you like I'm jesus Christ, but I'm not And hopefully the nigga behind me don't have a knife. I'm home alone, and I got my own bone, this is my own song Actually, I'm going home tonight. Actually, I'm lying, I ain't right. Yep, yeah, eah No, I'm going theres, to the house [Final verse] I'm from Hawthorne, the dirty dirty. Where niggas get stabbed up, where niggas get rabbed up in rasbeads And when I say rasbead, nigga's get raped. No homo, we're not fruity, we're not rasbead We're the other b2k members. We're not fucking white winter, like December. We're low so, like fall in like September, or October, or November I thought I told you, fuck. I'm sick of fucking rapping, I'm sick of fucking clapping, for you mother fuckers that's rapping Saying that I freestyle, bring the pain. Nigga, this is not a freestyle. I'm not stupid, your not Lil Wayne These nigga's say, fuck I'm not gonna get up into it. Because these wallet chain niggas gonna get me into it, and I'm a say screw it, but I'm not gonna chop But I'm not Mike Jones, and I'm not Mike Jones, Mike Jones. Who? Shut the fuck up Here's a dick, dad, you can suck up. But actually, I don't give a fuck up I'mma a be a man about it and hopefully, suck it up. I'm talking about your dick, fuck it. You love it, no, you fucking hate it And you fucking rate it, and degrade it, and discard it. Fuck it, I'll catch you niggas tomorrow Odd Future. Happy Days. Bicano, and Casey Veggies. My nigga K Mac, shout to Left Brain, and my nigga Jerry, and my ex girlfriend, bitch buried. Shout out to Ology, teen blocks coming up Cheers, busting in your ears [Outro] What else, did not fucking shout out? That's probably the only nigga's on MySpace I like Oh, fuck it. The beat's coming bac- Nah, I'm playing, I'm so sick of this shit I'll see ya'll nigga's later