Tyler, the Creator - Burger Chords

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[Eb] This is my cup, drink the cyanide up, dope as fuck so I would really shoot a group of
guys up, deep thought I'm often lost in, poofy next to awesome still can't tell the difference
just like Asians with their eyes shut, butt fuck a couple rocks in [Gbm] the Wendy's parking
[F] lot, barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling [Eb] cock-a-doodle, eating so
strudel at a nude beach [F] in Rome, in a black baked spaghetti strap made of roman [Eb] noodles,
my bitch is bad, mix with a dicky ass, get my dicky rocky this will end up in a sticky
blast, Chrissy Brown, mask on my face now I'm kicking ass, life's a bitch, fuck college
mommy I am ditching class, I'd rather be happy [Gb] than fucking 40, [F] so fuck that teacher
lecture I'm having Sidney record [Eb] me for the two dope, they didn't like it, oh well [F] let's
get double XL to write us a fucking story, [Eb] it's sitting right in my lap I see it, strip
it across the lines I read it, I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus
comprehend the language, you scared of what I'm all anxious, we got the angles if you
want beef, now that's a burger [Gb] for your ass nigga, [F] slice the onions, now that's a burger
for your ass [Eb] nigga, put on the cheese, now that's a burger for your ass [F] nigga, I'm running
the subliminal zone, have that burger eat it fast [Eb] nigga, I'm trying to fucking all get
you song, obviously intended pun, same time it took Jason Dill to get the stitching done,
custom made, one of one, sold out Roxypool for months, D-Mask color, I'll put pickle
just to boot from sandwiches, started back in fucking London, [Gb] cracker children wanted
[F] something, they could bump and punch a bunch of fucking face numbers, [Eb] now I'm washing pits
to breaking arms, zombie circus not a [F] carnival, wolves is on the farm and we're all evil [Eb] harming,
any sheep, creep, quiet in their sleep, make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a
week, roam around the city with their titties like a fucking Greek, bastards with the shit,
explains why it never leaked, I am becoming of my [Gb] age with my [F] Memphis bleak, shooting
from the sky, the only problem is the [Eb] missing beak, once I have my wings and my motherfucking
chain, [F] oh that's the black talk, just let me down [Eb] a couple cups of bleach, it's sitting
right in my lap, I see it, strip it across the lines, I read it, I'm the fucking poet
who knows it, you know it, you bogus, comprehend the language, you scared of war, I'm all anxious,
we got the angles if you want beef, _ now that's a burger [Gb] for your [F] ass nigga, slice the onions,
now that's a burger for your ass [Eb] nigga, put on the cheese, now that's a burger with your
ass [F] nigga, it's the barbecue sauce, have that burger, eat it fast [Eb] nigga, free Earl, that's
the fucking shit, and if you disagree, lick a couple pimple cover clits from some stripping
lesbian dykes that fight niggas, I'd like to rap about those dykes that fight niggas,
alright, enough with this shit, [Gb] let's talk [F] business, acquire more currency, disregard
[Eb] bitches, go to Shake House and plant goblins in his [F] kitchen, then force him and his mom
to listen to track [Eb] 16, if he doesn't like it, I'll just slice his fucking dick and put
his in the cabinet with the fucking cookies and chips, take a bunch of pictures and post
them on my Twitter, then go to Jimmy Fallon like faggot when we performing, then [Bb] a bunch
of golf-wag [Gbm] niggas start [Fm] storming on the stage in a rage that'll scare Zach Rocha, better
get your tanks before this war's over, history [Eb] repeats itself, I'm an OF soldier. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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