🎵 Simon Says Freestyle // by Peter Rosenberg

16 ContributorsSimon Says Freestyle Lyrics [Verse 1: Young Gunshot] Uh, going H.A.M I can't afford it, so I'm eating Spam Watching Rob Van Dam What the fuck? Sam I Am With the green eggs and ham, nigga I'm crazy Come through, listening to some old-school Jay-Z In a bucket Come through with a bucket on like, "fuck it" Looking like Fredrick Douglass With the lil' cut in my hair, you don't even know I come through, pigeon-toed Come through with a different ho I don't even know, don't ask questions Come through, I don't ask no one for suggestions Cause I'm depressed I come through... [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] They know I'm the best here Shit get more wavy than my fucking chest hair What y'all mean? Y'all niggas fishy like sardines Oily as fuck, you see the ice on My neck, it's shiny as fuck, like the sun Just got buttfucked by a truck with a bunch Of lights in it, I fucked your white women Y'all niggas don't want to do this To me tonight cause I got a knife I stab any nigga in his esophagus You don't want no problem, bitch Oh, you gon' call the police? Well, give me your phone I'mma use your anytime minutes, dial my home number 310, 310, 310 Mom, open the door I'mma come in, make a bowl of ravioli Walk out, get in a car, drive somewhere else You don't believe me, nigga? Come see me, nigga, come D me, nigga [Outro: Tyler, The Creator] Wait, I was about to say the alphabet! You wouldn't let me finish!