Testo della canzone Fish (Tyler, The Creator), tratta dall'album Goblin

Fish - Tyler, The Creator

Slip it in her drink, and in the blink of an eye I can make a white girl look chink
Don't know what to think
'Cause last time I attempted this shit, the judge ordered me to see a shrink
Started with a link
Contended her to meet me at the local Odd Future Wolf Gang skating rink
We was uniquely in sync, already fucking and we only met last week

We were both young not yet antiques
So her mind set was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next week you could hear her shriek from the gashes in her cheeks
No I'm not a freak, I am meekly a creep
The neighbors by the creek says my house stinks and it reeks on a sheet, girl
Streaks of red even though all pussy is pink

Oblivion makes obvious seeks
Which make meats for my obvious feast
Used to just blot up thoughts, plot and rethink
Now I get daughters and tie 'em and clink
Got my dick harder than iron and zinc
Now they just rot up arms caught in the sink
Where they get cut up to fit my physique
Critique my chic in this brand new mink, go

(Fish)

Yea, Wolf Gang, Wolf Haley
How you doin'?
All good? Oh, ok
You cool?

Bitches running 'round down, pussy take a trip
Make her strip, got my dick harder than the unzip
Tyler swiftly slips his dick inside of Taylor Swift's slit
Round trip in that pussy, here comes the ticket
Film clips poppin' on that Canon busting Ottoman canons on the pill, is he real?
Gaza stripping in my living room, Wolf Gang, full moon?
I'm assuming mushrooms, I'm a necrolampoon, not of Charles Manson
This fuck is ending soon because im ejaculating

(Fish)

(Frankie, Frankie)

Now I'd like to take this time of day to thank the Mother Earth (thank you mama, thank you mama)
Letting the sun shine down on the lake while I fish your waters
Ooh, hide your daughters, hide your sisters, hell, hide grandmama too (grand, yea)
'Cause the fisherman's raping everybody in the pool
He on the loose (yeah)

Gotta wash it down, all this gold is fuckin' bait
Wait till you see the semen swimming
Baby, please not half, the whole is great
Morals, the body's near that coral reef
It was once upon a time you came home with me
Then the next chapter left you in my teeth

Fill your gills with goo
Going deeper than Pacific Ocean, this specific motion makes this hammer head puke
Gotta wear a wetsuit, can't get seasick
I love when you're in fishnets, you want me to eat you?
You're fucking wet, fish

So I met this girl at the club
And I just wanted her to suck my dick, and that's 'cause
She a boppin' bitch, she's a boppin' bitch, she's a boppin' bitch, she's a boppin' bitch
Now she's drunk and talking to me a lot until we go to another room and that's 'cause
She a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch, she's a boppin bitch, she's a boppin' bitch (yea, hah)

This little slut whore sucks cock for a little more bucks than them other sluts fuck for real easy
Cause I ain't even knock on the front door, I used the walking mat as a cumrag
And all the Wolves fucked too, yes, she's a cum bag
Filled with a bunch of shit I purchased at a drug store
Four more Dora-looking sluts let me explore until my cock got sore and started growing cold sores

Now she thinks that I like her, but all I really wanted was that mouth and that's 'cause
She a boppin' bitch, she's a boppin' bitch, she's a boppin' bitch, she's a boppin' bitch
Now she text messages me every day and I don't ever hit that bitch back and that's because
She a boppin' bitch, she a boppin' bitch (that's because)
She's a boppin bitch, she's a boppin'-

This little hoodrat started jocking at my jockstrap until my uncircumcised penis finally unwrapped
Flapping up and down until the cack finally goes splat
Now u gotta spat, spit it out until we do scat
Then you gotta sat, shit it out (ugh)
Bitch fuck your feelings, you wasn't feeling shit when you was down there kneeling
Now shut the fuck up, you got another dick to deal with

"Now, now, why can't we fuck with this bitch?" (She's boppin')
"Wait, wait, tell her why we we can't fuck with this bitch" (that bitch she's boppin')
"What is she? She a BB, what does that stand for?" (She's boppin')
"She, what do she be doing?" (She's boppin)

Now I'm at a fucking clinic cause my dick is swollen and keeps itching
Nigga, I'ma kill this bitch
She's a boppin' bitch, she's a boppin' bitch, she's a boppin' bitch
"Where's my gun?" She's boppin'

I'm, I'ma kill this bitch
Why am I gonna kill this bitch? (That bitch she's boppin')
To all my niggas out there listening, that bitch (she's boppin')
And don't let her suck your dick or you'll get hurt



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Writer(s): Christopher Breaux, Tyler Okonma
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