Tron Cat is the first leaked track from Tyler the Creator’s forthcoming Goblin

Tyler addressed it on Twitter

As usual, Tyler uses an original beat on this track (except for Radical, did you really expect… Read More [Intro: Syd & Tyler, The Creator]

La-la-la, la

La-la-la

Ahh

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator & Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

Satan's gettin' jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferrin' us

Books on not givin' a fuck is what they're referring us (Wolf Gang)

Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderers

And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us (Bitch)

You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head

Instead, I rap about fucking bitches and gettin' heads

While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead

Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby (Ah)

I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist

I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit

Brag about the actions in a rhymin' pattern matter

Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox

Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our categore

Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store

This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore

That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella)

I hate this, screamin', "Fuck patience"

Got a nigga shakin' like the calmest fucking Haitian (Ha-ha)

After chronic masturbation, askin' where Mary Kate went

I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick (Hate dick)

I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose

Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose

She runnin' 'round this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose (On God)

Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops

Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one (La, la)

Honey on that toppin' when I stuff you in my system (La, la)

Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome (La, la)

You got a fucking death wish? I'm a genie, it'll get done

Nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you

With a leaf of salad and some dressin' pourin' out a teacup

Bitch, I'm Tyler, The Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches

Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker

Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her

In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper

Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarrassed

Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands (Bitch)

Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics

Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to fuck Eric

Put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now it's time to fish her like Derek

Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust

And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson's tryin' to suck our dick

Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleadin' squaders

Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer

They will never catch him or catch up

They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup

Nutty like my Chex Mix, she bleedin' from her rectum

Odd Future wolves stirrin' ruckus, throwin' sets up, yeah (Wolf Gang)

This the type of shit that make children break in apartments

When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thin (I hate you)

Starve her 'til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover

Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder

Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland

Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossin' the border (Arriba)

I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water

'Cause I'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus daughter (Fuck Mary)

I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins

Sicker than the starvin' Nigerian kids barfing (Blegh)

Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Nazi bar mitzvah

With your sister at the bar playin' leg and arm twister

Evident that I'm the shit, I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick

I got these cracker doctors saying, "Yeah, Bob, this nigga's sick"

Animal safari, if I offend you, I'm sorry

Because I'm the blackest skinhead (Skinhead) since India Arie (India Arie)

I don't smoke weed, so no need for the matches

I said "Fuck coke" and now I'm snortin' Hitler's ashes

I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma

Being the only bastard in a box logo casket (Casket)

Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob Sagets

In some Kanye West glasses screaming out, "Fuck faggots"

Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's dick

Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

What the fuck?

I, I'm speechless, that was—fuck

Shit, Tyler, you're- you're gonna need some help

I'm not a—fuck it, different subject

How's that girl you were tellin' me about?