Tamale
The Tyler Lyrics

They say I've calmed down since the last album
People said that I've lost my edge since my last album

Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
I don't care what people say, and I'll respond to their criticism however I want

Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
I don't care about your opinion of me and my behavior

And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
I don't care about your criticism, and I'll continue to do what I want

Somebody said bands make her dance
I heard someone say that bands make girls dance

You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
You're not making any real money, and you're being foolish

The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
You'll never see real money, but you can have sex with me

Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
This is my favorite song, and I want to hear it louder

Here, take a goddamn picture
Here, take a picture of me

And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
I use offensive language to provoke and shock people

And while you're at it, pass the lotion
Give me some lotion

And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
I enjoy two things: masturbating and playing Xbox

Before I come, I'm calling your sister
I'll call your sister to have sex with me before I finish masturbating

When she comes over, I take picture
I'll take a picture of me with your sister

Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
I'll post the picture on my Instagram, and if I get banned, I'll suplex your sister off a building

Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Why are you so upset? I'm just enjoying myself with drugs

Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone
I'm not worried about your opinion, I'm a bad person

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
I want the horns that were played earlier in the song to come back

And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
I have a better understanding than Tony Parker

And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
If Tony Parker is upset with the subtle insults I'm making towards him

Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Then he'll have to face me and my followers

Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
I'm trying to get a BMW e46

Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Listen to the song '48' and you'll hear how great I am

Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
My clothing brand's prints are always on the sleeves

From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
I got these cuts from Justin Bieber, who's smoking marijuana

Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Why do I care about something as insignificant as a new bike tire?

Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
I'm not worried about seeming tough or cool like a lesbian

Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
I say that I don't care what people think, but I actually do

And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
I'll have rough sex with women, regardless of the risk of disease transmission

My urethra, hole that I pee from
I'm talking about my penis and where urine comes out of it

Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
My penis is large, even larger than a snack that Aretha Franklin might eat

Now, turn that snare down
Lower the volume of the snare drum

I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
I'm back and relevant, just like Rosa Parks was on the same bus

Like "you're going to jail now!"
Like how the authority figures arrested Rosa Parks

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
A rhetorical question about the abilities of a woodchuck

If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
If a woodchuck could have emotions, would it care?

Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?) Yes I can sir
I don't care about your opinions, and I'll tell you to suck my dick

Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
My rhyming is even more impressive than before

I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
I'm from Colorado, and I'm better than Michael Jackson and even my body odor

Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
My friend Lance and I will dance during chemotherapy, even if it's inappropriate

Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
Before we lose our possessions, including our muscle shirts and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
An exclamation of excitement or victory

Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
My clothing brand can go f*** itself

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Another rhetorical question about the hypothetical sexual activities of objects

Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
If a light bulb could have sex, it would be with other light bulbs

And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
I'm about to become furious with the NRA (National Rifle Association)

Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
I'll use a religious symbol to harm Wayne Lapierre of the NRA

How many ladies in the house?
A question asking how many women are present

How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
How many women are here without a wealthy boyfriend?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
I use lotion to masturbate

Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
I don't want my mother to catch me trying to create a romantic atmosphere

Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
I prefer to watch porn on Redtube, and I don't need lubricant because it's uncomfortable

Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Masturbating is unpleasant when you can hear the friction

Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
I masturbate before I die, and my manager Clancy interrupts me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
Masturbating and getting caught is really embarrassing