Super Market

[Intro: Syd] Hi, welcome to Fuckey Foods. Umm, this lane is open if, if you need, if you to check out. Uhh, you're buying uh, donuts and a pack of Diet Pepsi? Sweet, okay makes sense [Tyler] In this fucking line at Ralph's buying granola bars Left my member's card and now this shit gon' have an extra charge This old bitch in front of me buying a color printer TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner [Domo] So here I am at the store for some chips That I'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip But I'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch [Tyler] What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake Gucci? Jordan numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing? (Nigga, fuck you) (I'm just eating Ruffles, gotta lotta stuff, fool) (So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face) Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns And shoot caps at knee caps to make it harder to run And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun (Nigga, I'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half) (Look up at the aftermath, blow some fucking hash and laugh) I'm a fucking ninja and a jedi and I am from Compton Better pick a better option 'fore these Nikes get to stomping Chomping at your oxygen chords, you fat fake Kenan Thompson Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it poppin' [Domo] I bet you lock and drop it, faggot bitch, you ain't from Compton Dumbo ears, you Mary Poppin, with the piece that Kel was rocking I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class, Lee would get the math [Tyler] Oh, really? You're silly giving tip drills to Nelly Get them Ruffles no Lays cause Kiara might kill me, aw, fuck This I'm grabbing two kitchen knives and stabbing This Ice Cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude [Domo] Wait, I heard about you from that other nigga Earl How you traveled to Milan and now it only likes girls I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket Push you into an old lady bagging plastic Hope you get the message, I will stomp you into potholes And fill you up with shells, but you're used to eating tacos [Tyler] Oh, a Taco joke? Domo smoke, I heard Your album sound like some shit a fake Wiz Khalifa poppa wrote I'm insulted, shit, damn, somebody grab the Charmin Nevermind these messages, Monica her nigga arming [Domo] Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him Red dot his forehead ‘cause Riley's into Hinduism And hipsters who happen to be your listeners Doobies roll your booty, ho, Alexis know the truthy, bro [Tyler] Oh, a Lexus? I drive all that around The western hemisphere like all of Kiara's ex's And bet this, I'm a mothafuckin' monster Fuck talking, I'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher (When I cock the beam back, I'm aiming for Supreme hats) (Go to Hell, I mean that, burn you like green backs) You don't mean that, you faggot, I'll get your back And I'll snap it, and strangle you with that fucking leather jacket Fall, bitch, give me everything, I'm taking all this And fleeing the scene on Rufus, my evil walrus, bitch Fuck you, I'm out [Domo] I'm high as fuck and I didn't call for all this I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass [Outro: Syd] Sir... sir... sir, in the green hat, sir. You... you... you have to pay for that. You have to, the Arizonas, you have to pay for those. I fucking hate this job... Fuck, clean up on aisle six