Llama V2 Tyler, The Creator
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[Verse 1]
Jackin' off to Hannah Montana with a banana peel
Sippin' a Cherry Fanta to match my dress and my (Purple heels!)
(Lookin'...) Like I'm Santa, but skinny, with a black weave, it's real
In a stolen truck with my license to kill
I tell em' I'm Frank from Montana, the king of the hill
(Except) I'm a nigga from the Junkyard Gang
Bill Cosby couldn't spot me if I copied a duck and a (Bill)
Simply 'cause I don't give a fuck like virginity
Illmatic with the tactics, I do not give a fuck how you feel (I got Wolf)
I flow backwards like heat when it chills on a thermometer
That skatin', rappin', composin' photographer is back
Like a black bitch hair line kilometer
[Interlude]
Uh, keep it rolling up
Alright, uh
[Verse 2]
I'm a fuckin' animal that's probably fuckin' animals
Drinkin' Danimals yogurt and sharin' strawberry sherbet
With Rupert fucking with citizens, lesbians that are into men
Ask when I can beat again, dressed in Jennifer Hudson hat
Green leprechaun, I'm tryna rob him for his pot of (Gold)
Six other niggas that picked Deathwish over Prada
Odd Future, I shoot ya' and your motherfuckin' (Momma!)
I'm a bastard, I'm a walrus, I'm a motherfucking llama, nigga
Jackin' off to Hannah Montana with a banana peel
Sippin' a Cherry Fanta to match my dress and my (Purple heels!)
(Lookin'...) Like I'm Santa, but skinny, with a black weave, it's real
In a stolen truck with my license to kill
I tell em' I'm Frank from Montana, the king of the hill
(Except) I'm a nigga from the Junkyard Gang
Bill Cosby couldn't spot me if I copied a duck and a (Bill)
Simply 'cause I don't give a fuck like virginity
Illmatic with the tactics, I do not give a fuck how you feel (I got Wolf)
I flow backwards like heat when it chills on a thermometer
That skatin', rappin', composin' photographer is back
Like a black bitch hair line kilometer
[Interlude]
Uh, keep it rolling up
Alright, uh
[Verse 2]
I'm a fuckin' animal that's probably fuckin' animals
Drinkin' Danimals yogurt and sharin' strawberry sherbet
With Rupert fucking with citizens, lesbians that are into men
Ask when I can beat again, dressed in Jennifer Hudson hat
Green leprechaun, I'm tryna rob him for his pot of (Gold)
Six other niggas that picked Deathwish over Prada
Odd Future, I shoot ya' and your motherfuckin' (Momma!)
I'm a bastard, I'm a walrus, I'm a motherfucking llama, nigga
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