J’ai jamais été fan de sa musicalité mais il sort des punchlines bien dégeu comme je les aime et c’est suffisant pour que je me repasse certaines tracks en boucle.



Une conversation entre Tyler et son psychiatre ou sa voix intérieure dans laquelle le rappeur exprime sa frustration par rapport à sa vie, son image, le Hip-Hop et les critiques…

The devil doesn’t wear Prada, I’m clearly in a fucking white tee



Jesus called, he said he’s sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitching, this isn’t a fucking hotline

This ain’t no V Tech shit or Columbine
But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time

(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing ’em
I’ll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won’t stop until the cops come in

They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I’m in



Storytelling où Frank Ocean couche avec une nouvelle meuf du quartier et se fait tuer par Tyler The Creator qui veut aussi la baiser.



Délire où il se prend pour Dracula.

Goddamn I love bitches
Especially when they only suck dick and wash dishes
Cook and clean and grant my wishes
And make me and the Wolf Gang sandwitches
fuck Buffy
That little bitch keeps trying to hunt me
Jumping over gates, what the fuck she want from me?
She keeps sending me garlic
How many times I gotta tell her I’m allergic?



All because a nigga just don’t give a fuck
Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up
But fuck that, you’re a shitty parent, face it, suck it up
That’s what you shoulda did before that nigga bust


Tron Cat

Wolves, I know you heard of us, we’re murderers
And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us

You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head
Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads

While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby

I’m not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit

I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick

Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome

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

Satan says we’re dangerous, we’re trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson’s trying to suck our dick

I don’t smoke weed, so no need for the matches
I said fuck coke and now I’m snorting Hitler’s ashes



I’ll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

(Hodgy Beats)



Métaphore qui compare pécher du poisson à sortir avec des meufs.

Slip it in her drink and in the blink
Of an eye I can make a white girl look chink
Don’t know what to think, cause last time
I attempted this shit the judge ordered me to see a shrink



Tous les amis de Tyler se retrouvent sur la chanson et leurs couplets fournit une fenêtre sur leur vie et sur ce qui est important pour eux.



Tyler évoque son mal-être, ses problèmes, ce qui a changé depuis qu’il est célèbre… Ce qui le pousse à vouloir se suicider dans un stade pour que tout le monde le voit.

Niggas saying « Free Earl » without even knowin’ him
See, they’re missing the new album, I’m missing my only friend
And I’m not even human, I’m a body shaped demon
With some semen in my sack and some problems in the back
And a life that’s fill with crap, and a finger filled with hate
And a gat that’s filled with love, now let opposites attract



01 Goblin
02 Yonkers
03 Radicals
04 She
05 Transylvania
06 Nightmare
07 Tron Cat
08 Her
09 Sandwitches
10 Fish
11 Analog
12 BSD
13 Window
14 AU79
15 Golden

Hormis Transylvania produite par Left Brain, le reste de l’album est produit par Tyler lui même.




She (81,50)


A écouter:

Golden (77,55)


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