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Tyler The Creator - Zombie Circus 2013 Lyrics

This is like zombie circus,for me
I told my counselor I'm contemplating killing these instrumentals that was fucked. Used to fill a cell and pump bass these keys to rappers I was dealing made me a crazy man. Mom passed a fucking Ritalin, bitches throw they pussy at me like they mad at kittens. Got me pissing red and green shit like it's fucking Christmas. But I'm a fucking virgin if you listen when I say I ate your motherfucking guts, I'm not kidding. My suicide notes already written, it said fuck you and all cats be specific. Company that that piano kept me, I cannot comprehend you niggas, I'm dyslexic. With skinheads, skateboarders, somewhere where your ex be. You roll with thugs, you can find me where the T-Rex be. Busted ass cap, busted ass shoes, on a scale to one to two, I'm fucking awesome plus tax, I'm done

One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, fuck going to parks, I'm re-inducted, sweet shit. The devil said I'm heaven sent, my fucking skills are evident. You're irrelevant like us having a nigga president. Your black people stick to me like Velcro, but I don't think no one can touch me, tickle me Elmo. You're a fucking homo, snack, a Lunchable. I'm an Adam's family member, you're a fucking huxtable. My Superman state of thought cape is baked. You're in a diamond supply, but you do not even escape. You're backwards big, no forward thought shit. Like fat people wearing skinny jeans they can't fit. If I die, tell my mama I took a dollar out her wallet. Always out the motherfucking box, no end. Don't have a religion, ignorant, no sin. In my book, first page, no end, I'm done

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This is right I'm trying to show I'm proud of you. Fuck lame hoodies, my mom couldn't. Naked jazz records, Jimmy Gordon Endler, I would be killer or shitty. Killer, I could be, but I'm a fucking dinosaur. You can hear me make a roar, right inside your fucking store. Interesting your fucking brain, right inside the fucking door. My key got three locks to open the beat box where I keep my instruments on some sentimental shit. Y'all don't got made backs, y'all be on some rental shit. I'm broke as fuck, my pockets need some rental shit. Smile with the gold fronts, like I'm on some dental shit. Walk inside Supreme like I'm on some skate mental shit. Talking to myself, yeah I'm on some rental shit

Shit shit

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