Pimp Slap MellowHype (Ft. Tyler, The Creator)

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Drop it
You want me to just go in?
Alright
Uh...

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
My window is a book and I'm a fuckin' crook
Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook
And if my mother answer
I'll ask her what she wants on 25th because I'm chillin' with Prancer
Rudolph, Adolf, Hitler
Rollin' with nineteen 88s like it's 1988
But my speakers are bleedin', the doctor's in uniform
Fuck cars, I have a damn unicorn that flies me to places
With spaceships, that don't need money
Where I can free at hand eat candy with Easter bunnies
Where donuts equal water, inhalers and mushrooms
And we don't have cars, we have balloons and we zoom—
Through sound and the bass is astounding
The snare plays square, no rounding
Major-ninth chords, tower synth like it's Yao Ming, Kobe
Imaginary friends, fuck homies, they don't know me
The tooth fairy blow me, swallow, don't shit this
With my Donald Trump hairpiece, you're an apprentice
You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick
If you think you can spit, then I am the fucking dentist
My visions that I record, the instruments I adore
The happiness that I hoard can't be bought at liquor stores
You faggots can buy our chains but you [?]
And they sold on hate and reality that I ignore
You can try to walk inside my brain but I close the door
Fuck dogs, I roll around with my pet dinosaur