No Idols Domo Genesis & The Alchemist (Ft. Tyler, The Creator)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Haley, 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
You 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 tearin' 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 recordin', 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

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