Sasquatch (feat. Tyler, The Creator)

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
After filling my reputation of [bad word] beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted four more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's house for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on this beat 
Cause [bad word] [bad word] like the Dingleberry's on four cheetahs
Flow colder than Papa Joe's, old Domino's
 [bad word] it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched inside the knucks
Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the [bad word] 
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the [bad word] 
Move over the microwave and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole band to Canada
 [bad word] the block news and the venues, they can't handle us
They can't stand us including [bad word] that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is  [bad word] 
Man, I suck now, I ain't still dope (nope)
But Chris and Rihanna's [bad word] #39; again so there's still hope
Oh [bad word]  I went there, balling [bad word]  I'm Ben's hair
Y'all barely breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy [bad word] love this gap, yeah this grin's rare
Watch a [bad word] smile like five-year-old child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the [bad word] from Green Mile, it's
Red Bull in this cup so a [bad word] may seem wild but
That's just all the sherm I was burning a little while ago
Don't let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my [bad word] Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that skate with a sick style
And some freckled [bad word] with giant peaches that's vile
They never did catch that rhino

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Squadron full of some lost souls
Sergeant of all, it's autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his momma's wishes for college
And coppers labeled a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, [bad word]  follow me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty [bad word] in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
 [bad word]  it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my niggas hostile
Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
 [bad word] augmented stupid as the group is
Only slightly, write precise to get a [bad word] [bad word] tooth chipped
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in [bad word] #39;s Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips
See, Lionel ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second season now
Small fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
And teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang, [bad word]