[00:00.35] Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale! [00:04.66] They say I've calmed down since the last album [00:06.16] Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? (umm) [00:08.05] Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns [00:09.76] And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum [00:11.62] Somebody said bands make her dance [00:13.39] You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb [00:16.13] The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick [00:16.95] Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam (where the drums at?) [00:19.64] Here, take a goddamn picture [00:20.78] And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger [00:22.33] And while you're at it, pass the lotion [00:24.22] And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun [00:26.14] Before I cum, I call your sister [00:28.40] When she comes over, I take picture [00:29.88] Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned [00:34.27] Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale! [00:41.52] Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on [00:44.63] A can of beans bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone [00:48.32] Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning [00:50.41] And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision [00:52.19] And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing [00:53.81] Then he has to deal with me and my minions [00:55.63] Tryna get a bimmer, E46 [00:57.57] Have you heard 48, motherfucker I'm great [00:59.45] Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves [01:01.32] From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please [01:03.72] Fuck I look like? Got a new bike tire [01:05.49] Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke [01:06.99] Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls [01:08.80] And I bust in her jaw like (fuck that disease) [01:10.83] My urethra, hole that I pee from [01:12.56] Bigger than the obese neck on Aretha [01:14.27] Now, turn that snare down [01:15.59] I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus like "You're going to jail now!" [01:18.42] Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale [01:25.78] Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on [01:28.88] A can of beans bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone [01:32.56] How much wood could a woodchuck chuck? [01:34.63] If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck? [01:36.13] Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?) [01:39.04] Yes I can sir, where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er [01:41.57] I'm a CO Colorado, fuck Michael, bitch I'm badder than my BO [01:43.85] Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo [01:45.59] Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos [01:47.98] Yeah buddy, this is my jam, na na na na na [01:51.03] Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no fuck you, na na na na na [01:55.26] Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on [01:58.30] A can of beans bitch, I'm on [02:00.27] Your boy is bad to the bone [02:02.28] How many fags can a lightbulb screw? [02:03.91] Well if it has a dick, maybe two or six [02:05.87] And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit [02:07.40] And shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix [02:09.75] How many ladies in the house? [02:11.54] How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh? [02:17.55] A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin' [02:19.27] Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood [02:21.37] Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fist suits me [02:24.24] Up and down, friction make a sound, shit's kind of disgusting [02:27.98] Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me [02:30.87] This shit's so damn embarrassing like- [02:32.38] Oh shit, aw (fuck) [02:34.24] What the fuck! [02:35.23] Aw, I'm sorry [02:36.08] Is that my shirt? [02:37.56] Yeah, I'm sorry I just wanted some bangs [02:39.22] Clean that shit up, we're going to the office [02:40.47] Aw, fuck [02:40.73]