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special (hidden track) - tyler, the creator lyrics

[intro]
sh*t, p*ss, f*ck, c*nt, c*cksucker, motherf*cker
anything that’ll p*ss you motherf*ckers off
i don’t even smoke and i’m a level above all of y’all
b*tch, you couldn’t reach me with a ladder and a calling card

[hook]
i’m special, n*gga
who the f*ck are you?
i’m special, n*gga

[verse]
they used to tell me to calm down, said i had a problem
now i’m runnin’ sh*t, that’s why you never see me wearin’ joggers
lead by example, how?
all y’all is my son and i ain’t never had a f*ckin’ father
boy, i’mma bring the noise
i got my own beat and we all got drums
what these weapons about? what this flexin’ about?
you on your grind but who the one that got the wep’ at they house?
b*tch, i do this on purpose, you n*ggas don’t got a purpose
this n*gga called me a clown, n*gga i own the circus
stack is sittin’ in my pocket folded like a papaya
and you know i golf b*tch like i been sleepin’ with tiger
woody woody my mob, mob is goodie, we outkast
we o*k*k*k, just like the clan hoodie
golf sh*t packet, rip it out the f*ckin’ package
in that all pink fit lookin’ like a f*ckin’ f*ggot and
who the f*ck you think you f*ckin’ with, n*gga?
i’m a bad case of i don’t even know
i gotta to tear the sh*t out of this godd*mn house
i think that i’mma blow my m*th*rf*ckin’ brains out
tyler, take a chill pill, n*gga

- tyler the creator lyrics

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