A1 (Special Sauce)

[Intro: Tyler, the Creator]
I don't want a bride I just want bone marrow

[Verse 1]
I'm a silly little psycho
Strangle bitches, snap their neck bones
They said 'Brian you are loco!'
I said 'Hey, fuck off you cholo's'
Hang with vato's up the road though
Got them jealous cause my chains gold
In the attic I let the oak grow, bitch I'm in love with the coco
I'm from the fifth echelon, I make silly bitches tag along
I like to sing some fucked up songs about killing faggots
Sing along
You do not understand me, you're excited for this fucking drop
I strangle all the bitches till they're dead
Then I just fuck 'em raw

[Verse 2]
I said I strangle, bitch, I strangle bitches
Snitches get stitches, and this is a parody I click yes
Click your fucking heals and pray for home
With a plastic gat against your dome
Shimmy through the trunks
And then just follow me through the fox holes
Bitch, I'm northwest hitting routes
To dig the nearest ditches for this drought
The panties locked up in my room
So I can smell them when I'm shouting
Fuck the USA!
Get paid and bust a nut and throw grenades
Hang on, just give me some shade
Because I'm about to get laid!

[Interlude]
Brian's Conscience: Brian, what the fuck you doing?
This is not an anthem
We called you for an anthem
So those kids can put their hands up
Brian: Bitch! I am not Luke Bryan
Wearing my little sisters jeans
The only difference in our songs is that mine is anti clean
Rap

[Verse 3]
Make some fucking noise because this party's really wack
You got the bitches on the right
Looking like they just smoked crack
You got the bitches on the left
They look like hookers at a hookah bar
I hit a couple chin ups then I drive your girls car
I say, we go far as fuck, as you just sit back at home
I mean, I party every weekend cause I think that I am grown
So if your tucks lousy then sit back
I handle bitches then relax
They lick my fucking balls like milk
That's sitting out for stray cats

[Verse 4]
I peeped the rats, I wasn't racing
I was pacing in the kitchen filling bitches up with paste
I made with haste
Then I shove 'em in the oven where I treat 'em like a rover
Then I cut 'em like a barber with a parkinson's disorder
I'm fucking special ed, I won't stop until I am dead
I can't fucking stop, I'll shoot you in your fucking head
Then leave you all to bleed out 'til the carpet color turns red
Smoking while I'm killing call me Ash vs. the Evil Dead
I said I'm special, I'm fucking special as fuck
I'm A1 sauce, and your looking like Heinz Ketchup
Beat you to a pulp, I think this fiction hasn't had enough
And by enough, I mean we're dope as fuck they had a gram
Of us

[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt]
This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop...