Songtexte: Tyler The Creator. Let's Dance.

[Intro:]
Hey! What's your name? Oh, that's nice
Me? I'm Wolf, you can call me Tyler though
I'm eighteen, you from around here?
Oh, you look like my next victim
I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

[Verse 1:]
While James is jamming on the mixer
We can play Twister naked
Don't be afraid, It's just a kiss
I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister
That's another topic, we should start a project
You could be the lab rat, I could be the doctor
Let me drug you up and put different things in you
But I'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out
Now I can draw your face up pretty
Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty
Or I can get the hand held and hold held titty
And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you
Teenage parties, I recommend you
Never get drunk with a nigga like us
But I kinda like your company
And you rubbing on my dick, yeah it comforts me
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, I brought one
Herpes Virus, yeah bitch, I fought one
I don't want you to have my [?] yet
That I just haven't came up with a name yet
I got some new shit, well, technically, I got a new dick
The other one fell off in a pulpit
A gay coaches' white grease and Crisco?
Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke
Funny, right? Ha-ha, this shit's jokes
I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

[Hook:]
Hey, you right there
In that pretty red dress, let's dance
Hey, you right there
In that pretty red dress, let's dance
I said hey, you right there
In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

[Verse 2:]
Well, I have a [?] cupcake mix
Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him
But I don't do the syrup, I just do the sinfuls...