Origineel
[Verse 1: Young Gunshot]
Uh, going H.A.M
I can't afford it, so I'm eating Spam
Watching Rob Van Dam
What the fuck? Sam I Am
With the green eggs and ham, nigga I'm crazy
Come through, listening to some old-school Jay-Z
In a bucket
Come through with a bucket on like, "fuck it"
Looking like Fredrick Douglass
With the lil' cut in my hair, you don't even know
I come through, pigeon-toed
Come through with a different ho
I don't even know, don't ask questions
Come through, I don't ask no one for suggestions
Cause I'm depressed
I come through...
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
They know I'm the best here
Shit get more wavy than my fucking chest hair
What y'all mean?
Y'all niggas fishy like sardines
Oily as fuck, you see the ice on
My neck, it's shiny as fuck, like the sun
Just got buttfucked by a truck with a bunch
Of lights in it, I fucked your white women
Y'all niggas don't want to do this
To me tonight cause I got a knife
I stab any nigga in his esophagus
You don't want no problem, bitch
Oh, you gon' call the police? Well, give me your phone
I'mma use your anytime minutes, dial my home number
310, 310, 310
Mom, open the door
I'mma come in, make a bowl of ravioli
Walk out, get in a car, drive somewhere else
You don't believe me, nigga?
Come see me, nigga, come D me, nigga
[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Wait, I was about to say the alphabet!
You wouldn't let me finish!
Vertaling
[Verse 1: Young Gunshot]
Uh, going H.A.M
I can't afford it, so I'm eating Spam
watching Rob Van Dam
Wat krijgen we nou? Sam I Am
Met de groene eieren en ham, nigga ik ben gek
Come through, listening to some old-school Jay-Z
In een emmer.
Ik kom erdoor met een emmer om, zoals, "fuck it"
er uit zien als Fredrick Douglass
With the lil' cut in my hair, you don't even know
I come through, pigeon-toed
Come through with a different ho
Ik weet het niet eens, stel geen vragen.
Come through, I don't ask no one for suggestions
Cause I'm depressed
I come through...
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
They know I'm the best here
Shit wordt meer golvend dan mijn verdomde borsthaar
Wat bedoelen jullie?
Y'all niggas fishy like sardines
Oily as fuck, you see the ice on
Mijn nek, hij glimt als de zon.
Just got buttfucked by a truck with a bunch
met een hoop lichten erin, ik neukte jullie blanke vrouwen
Jullie nikkers willen dit niet doen
bij mij vanavond want ik heb een mes
Ik steek elke neger in zijn slokdarm
Je wilt geen problemen, trut
Oh, ga je de politie bellen? Nou, geef me je telefoon.
Ik ga je belminuten gebruiken, bel mijn thuisnummer
310, 310, 310
Mam, doe de deur open.
Ik kom binnen, maak een kom ravioli
Loop naar buiten, stap in een auto, rij ergens anders heen
Geloof je me niet, nigga?
Kom me opzoeken, nigga, kom me opzoeken, nigga
[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Wacht, ik stond op het punt om het alfabet te zeggen!
Je liet me het niet afmaken!