Tron Cat chords by Tyler, The Creator
Verse 1
Eb
Gm
Am
F
Am
E
Satan's getting jealous of the wolves,
the demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a fuck is what they're
referring us (Wolf Gang)
Wolves, I know you heard of us,
we're murderous
F
Fm
An d young enough to get the fucking
F
priest to come and flirt with us
E
You niggas rap about fucking
bitches and getting head
Instead I rap about fucking
bitches and getting heads
While you niggas stacking bread,
I can stack a couple dead
F
Fm
Bodies, making red look less of a color,
F#m
more of a hobby
E
I'm not a rapper nor
a rapist nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission
and tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions
in a rhyming pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go
splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future,
you're not in our category
Torture with the super soaker
at the Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris
Brown want to kick a whore
F
Fm
That make songs about the wet blockers when
F
E
it rains and pours
(Umbrella) I hate this,
screaming fuck patience
Got a nigga shaking like
the calmest fucking Haitian
After chronic masturbation,
Am
E
asking where Mary-Kate went
went
Fm
I want to be the reasons
why all lesbians hate dick
E
Am
I make this damn Bullwinkle
E
the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duck tape tape
tape with a dead goose
She running 'round this motherfucking dungeon,
her legs loose
F
Fm
F
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head,
Verse 2
oops
Eb
Gm
Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one
Am
Honey on that topping when I stuff
you in my system
Rape a pregnant bitch and tell
my friends I had a threesome
F
You got a fucking death wish? I'm a genie,
Am
it'll get done
E
Nice to meet you, but it's more
pleasant to eat you
Em
With a leaf of salad and some dress
E
ing pouring out a teacup
Bitch, I'm Tyler the Creature,
suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
F
Rubber more than the fucking
Fm
F
bottom of a sneaker
Am
E
Jeeper the fucking creeper,
get your daughter and keep her
In the jeeps where the Wolf
Gang rides around deeper
Take her to Ladera, now she's scared
and you're embarrassed
F
Fm
Filled with terror, chop her legs off and
tell her to run some errands
Am
E
Put her eyes in a canteen,
Am
take her to the Berrics
E
Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to fuck Eric
Put her in the lake, her body sinks great,
F
Fm
F
now it's time to fish her like Derek
Am
Satan says we're dangerous,
we're trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff,
E
and now that Michael Jackson's trying to suck our dick
Am
Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies,
F
cheerleading squaders
Gave the team a bunch of fucking
bees and the Keke Palmer
Am
They will never catch him
or catch up
They asked me what it was,
I told them fuckers it was ketchup
E
Am
Nutty like my Chex mix,
she bleeding from her rectum
Em
E
Eb
Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus,
throwing sets up, yep
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Verse 3
Eb
This the type of shit that make chil
Am
dren break in apartments
When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love
them 'til they heart thin
(I hate you!) Starve her 'til I carve
her then I shove her in the Rover
F
Where I cut her like a barber
Am
with a Parkinson's disorder
E
Store her in a portable freezer
with me to Portland
Catch me with a bunch of fucking
Mexicans crossing the border
I'll be the only wetback who
ain't really touched the water
F
Cause I'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with
Am
Jesus' daughter
(Fuck Mary) I'm awesome,
and I fuck dolphins
Sicker than the starving Nigeri
C
Am
an kids barfing
F#
Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah
Am
F
With your sister at the bar playing
Am
leg and arm twister
Evident that I'm the shit,
I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick
I got these cracker doctors saying,
"yeah Bob, this nigger's sick"
Animal safari,
C
if I offend you I'm sorry
Am
Because I'm the blackest
F
skinhead since India Arie
Am
I don't smoke weed,
E
so no need for the matches
Am
I said fuck coke and now I'm
E
snorting Hitler's ashes
Am
I plan on either dying for
F
E
suicide or my asthma
Being the only bastard in
a box logo casket
Am
Rashes on my dick from licks
of shishkabob Sagets
E
Am
In some Kanye West glasses scream
E
ing out "fuck faggots"
Am
Catch me in my attic taking
photos of my dad's dick
Drop the beat here to make
Am
it extra climactic
Verse 4
Am
What the fuck?
Am
I'm speechless, that was, fuck
Am
Shit,
Tyler, you're
gonna need some help
I'm not a.. fuck it, different
subject
How's that girl you were telling me about?
Tron Cat
Tyler, The Creator
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