Tamale
Tyler The Creator Lyrics

They say I've calmed down since the last album
People think I've mellowed out since my last album

Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
I don't care what they think and I'm not afraid to be vulgar about it

Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
I don't care what anyone thinks about me or my hygiene

And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
I don't care about anyone's opinion and I won't hold back in my lyrics

Somebody said bands make her dance
People think that money and success will make them happy

You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
You're not as smart as you think if you believe that

The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
You'll get nothing from me

Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
I love this song and want to hear it better

Here, take a goddamn picture
You can take a photo with me if you want

And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
I don't care about political correctness

And while you're at it, pass the lotion
Can you give me some lotion for my dry skin?

And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Masturbating and playing Xbox live is enjoyable

Before I come, I'm calling your sister
I want to hook up with your sister

When she comes over, I take picture
I'll take a photo with her

Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
I'll post the picture on Instagram and threaten violence if I get banned

Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Why are you so negative? I'm on drugs and in my own world

Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone
I'm too high to understand your point and I'm very cool

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
Restart the song from the beginning with the horns

And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
I have discovered Tony Parker's insight

And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
If he's offended by my subtle insults

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

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

Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
I'm very talented (listen to my song '48')

Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
My clothing brand always has logos on the sleeves

From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Justin Bieber smokes weed and wears my clothes

Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
I don't care what people think about my appearance or possessions

Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
I'm very confident about myself and my abilities

Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
I don't care about anything, I'm fearless

And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
I have unprotected sex and risk STDs

My urethra, hole that I pee from
My urinary tract is larger than normal

Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
It's very large, like a massive snack on a very overweight singer

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

I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
I'm back and people can't ignore me like Rosa Parks couldn't ignore segregation

Like 'you're going to jail now!'
I'm threatening my enemies with jail time

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
A rhetorical question that has no meaning in the context of the song

If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Another rhetorical question that has no meaning in the context of the song

Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
I don't care about your opinions, and I'm changing the subject to kicking it (having a good time)

Yes I can sir
I can definitely kick it

Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
My rhymes are even better than before and more impactful

I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
I'm a cannabis consumer in Colorado and don't care about Michael Jackson, I'm better than my previous body odor

Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
My friend Lance and I are trying to dance during chemotherapy

Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
Before we lose our tough-looking bracelets and formal suits

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
An expression of excitement and pleasure

Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
A play on the Golf Wang clothing brand name, containing profanity

Why y'all so salty
Why are you so negative?

I do molly and zone
I'm doing drugs and zoning out

Can't agree, bitch I'm on
I can't understand you, I'm high

Your boy is bad to the bone
I'm really cool and rebellious

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Another rhetorical question with no meaning in the context of the song

Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
If I had a penis, I would be having sex with multiple men

And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
I'm upset with the National Rifle Association and might take action

Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
A violent and sacrilegious threat towards the head of the NRA

How many ladies in the house?
A rhetorical question with no meaning in the context of the song

How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
Another rhetorical question with no meaning in the context of the song

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
I use lotion for masturbatory purposes

Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
I hope my mother doesn't catch me trying to get in the mood for a sexual encounter

Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
I prefer to watch porn on Redtube and don't need lubricant because I'm naturally lubricated

Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Masturbating with music as stimulation is kind of gross

Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
I'm pleasuring myself and my manager Clancy interrupts me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
I'm embarrassed that Clancy caught me masturbating