No Idols

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator] Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Haley and Domo Gen in this bitch I mean the building, we came with planes and two Taliban kids Some gasoline, me and Domo, we're two talented kids Bitch, I'm back like my jump on Jimmy Fallon's ribs Think I give a fuck? Axes get to hackin' at dicks Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz Man this rap shit is borin', this tourin' is tearing me a new asshole I'm not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor That's cause I'm up 'til four in the morning recording, fuck it If you think I'm a dick, you bitch then why don't you, shove it Up your fuckin' ass, I mastered this shit like I'm, Grudman Cuban chain tucked cause you know I don't like, stuntin' But since we're on the subject, I'm good bruh it's, nothin' Lettuce in my pocket, salty niggas need to, catch up You're full of bologna if you do not think my, bread's up But let us get this cheese, you musta heard Rella Never mind, you don't even like sandwiches fella And I'm still fuckin' hungry, that's probably cause I'm African Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again Actually, fuck this, Adult Swim pays good Loiter Squad season two, bitch I wanna act again [Break] Uno, dos, tres, quatro (x8) [Beat Switch] [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] Liftin' up like the collar of Kanye on College Dropout To be honest, when I drop it I'm knockin' the whole block out Off the glass, even when it look good I still box out Bitch regardless, I'm the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out Smellin' like success, leave the room I bet it linger Word slinger, oh it's itchin' I'm fixin' the trigger finger I don't get respect it's like somebody gotta die tonight Type to hit my special five times in a title fight [Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] Six in the morn, asthma flared and there's snot in my nose The needle got me sick, whatever Robitussin will get it I'mma dragon, I speak Portuguese and Spanish I drive a wagon, momma said that I could be anything I imagine I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one Cause twenty-three's too late, I'm done I wool-knitted this purse and bullshitted this verse But lucky enough the dick-riders will still go berserk It's No Idols, nigga Domo Genesis [Switches back to the First Beat] [Verse 4: Domo Genesis] I got the game toe-touchin' like it's pigeon-toed Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals Listen yo, quit the bitchin', why you timid? I got this shit controlled, boy I be the illest feel it in my soul For all you know I'm ultimate soldier type, it's a horror story Reason you feelin' worried, cause I'm the poltergeist I'm the evil thought that's approachin' 'em on the coldest nights So when they ask me if I'm 'bout to kill 'em, tell 'em, "Show you're right" I got my focus right as you could fuckin' see now Plannin' for my spot, make you forget it like you senile Document my awesomeness cause I don't like to freestyle I like to hit the dougie while she suckin' on my penile Domo Genesis, what I tell them bitches I'm finished with Spit the sickest shit, don't put them tickets on your Christmas list Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists Shit, watch these niggas just spaz on some schizophrenic shit No Idols [Outro] Our boy Al, everybody's pal