Album: Rolling Papers (2010)

Super Market

[Tyler]
In this fuckin line at Ralph's
Buyin granola bars
Left my member's card
And now this shit gon' have an extra charge
This old bitch in front of me buyin a color printer
TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

[Domo]
So, here I am
At the store for some chips
That I'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip
But I'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

[T]
What the FUCK
Who the fuck this gay nigga in fake Gucc
Drawin numbers, whateva, wood chain wid a Jesus
What the fuck you think you doin

[D]
Nigga fuck you!
I'm just eatin ruffles
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
So, why don't you fuckin wait
That stupid look on yo face

[T]
Don't make me shoot up this place
With light sabers and guns
And shoot caps and knee caps
To make it harder to run
And put your ankles in some boards
And pissy water for fun

[D]
Nigga, I'm a samurai
Cut your skinny ass in half
Look up at the aftermath
Blow some fuckin hash and laugh

[T]
I'm a fuckin ninja and a jedi and I'm from Compton
Better pick a better option 'fore these Nikes get to stompin
Chompin at your oxygen chords
You fat, fake Keenan Thompson
Like a virgin, cherry faggot
We could get it poppin

[D]
I bet you lock and drop it
Faggot bitch, you ain't from Compton
Dumbo ears, you Mary Poppin with the piece that Gill was rockin
I will fuckin beat yo ass
Box logos through the glass
I'll hit you hooky like you skippin class
Lee would get the math

[T]
Oh really? You're silly
Giving tip drills to nilly
Get them Ruffles no' ?
Cause Kiara might kill me
Aw, fuck this
I'm grabbin two kitchen knives
And stabbin this Ice Cube look-a-like
To show you a nigga with attitude

[D]
Wait, I heard about you
From that other nigga Earl
How you traveled to Milan
And now only likes girls
I'll roundhouse you into a fuckin basket
Push you into an old lady baggin plastic
Hope you get the message
I will stomp you into potholes
And fill you up with shells
But, you're used to eatin tacos

[T]
Oh, a taco joke
Domo smoke
I heard your album sound like some shit a fake Wiz Khalifa papa wrote
I'm insulted, shit
Damn, somebody grab the Charmin
Nevermind these messages
Monica her nigga' ?

[D]
Swift maids, switch blades
Made a big incision in him
Red dot his forehead
Cause Riley's into Hinduism
And hipsters who happen to be your listeners
Doobies roll your booty ho
Alexis know the truthy, bro

[T]
Oh, a Lexus?
I drive that all around the western hemisphere
Like all of Kiara's ex's
And bet this
I'm a mothafuckin monster
Fuck talkin, I'll stab you with this fuckin rocket launcher

[D]
When I cock the beam back
I'm aimin for Supreme hats
Go to hell, I mean that
Burn you like green backs

[T]
You don't mean that, you faggot
I'll get your back and I'll snap it
And strangle you with that fuckin leather jacket
Fall, bitch
Give me everything
I'm takin all this
And fleein the scene on Rufus
My evil walrus, bitch [walrus sound]
Fuck you, I'm out

[D}
I'm high as fuck
And I didn't call for all this
I'mma get on my zombie shit
Wait, here's my carcass