GTFOH Lyrics

This is not a representation of who he truly is

Shut up, bitch!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

I gotta get the fuck outta here, outta here, outta here

Outta here, outta here, outta here

I gotta get the fuck outta here, outta here, outta here

Outta here, outta here, outta here

I gotta get the fuck

Okay, it is I, Ty Butta

Hear ye, hear ye, no other shall utter

Another fuckin' word, bitch

Been a long ass time since they heard this

Let me word this plain and simple

I was kicked out the bird's nest for bein' a nympho

Wings didn't even work yet, and I'm so revengeful

'Bout to fly back and fuck every bad bitch and bimbo

It's all mental --

Bitch, it's a mental, and I don't know what caused it

Got a hard fuckin' problem, can you help me solve it?

Gimme Farrah Fawcett or Rosario Dawson

Or them twins named Haqq or them ones named Olsen

She could be menopausin' or a freshman in college

My utensil make menstrual blood flow like faucets

What makes you nauseous gets me engulfed in

I'll lick a bitch ass 'fore I step in dog shit

We all sick, y'all just hide it well

Psych wards tell me I'm they best clientele

SHOCK CORRIDOR, the horrors in my mind are nailed

To the windows and walls of this iron cell

These the timeless tales of every guy, and mail

Me every letter with a nude signed by yourself

No cellmate, bitch, it's only for when times get stale

You grow colder when you know you're gonna fry in hell

Please don't say, "It's gon' be okay"

I done had enough folks lie to my face

So much shit I take, I refuse to shake and bake

'Less I get a slice of your goddamn cake

I hate --

Wait, wait, wait

I'm Dr. Mr.-Butter's-Voice-of-Reason

Excuse me for Mr. Butter's actions this evenin'

Here at this institute, we welcome all demons

Stress relief is done here through happy tears and semen

The reason --

The reason behind Mr. Butter's behavior

Can be traced back to when kids ate Now and Laters

He and his friends ate the papers, boys and girls, sharp as razors

Playin' hide and go get it 'tween the homes of their neighbors

Now Mr. Butter's not a raper, very far from the kind

He's just a horny patient bumpin' "Bump n' Grind" all the time

He's not stuck, a chiropractor could still crack his spine

The only way for him to heal's through medication and --

Time, time, time, time, I know

But do you really think time is gonna heal my soul?

Fuck out my face with all of this "have faith" and "take the highroad"

I love sweets, tricks and treats, puttin' my meat in pie holes

I'm a beast, and since the inside of me is hollow

Award me a Golden Globe since I've accepted my role in life

Fuck an acceptance speech

This here is "Lifestyles of Tyrese Witherspoon and Robin Leach"

Mr. Butter, Mr. Butter

Fuck up off me

And the award for Best Dick and Mental Cinematography

Wait, who are the nominees? Only me? What a robbery

The lack of ownership for this disease, oh how astonishing

Laughin' like it's a comedy, now the guards is surroundin' me

Before I'm taken to go take medication, let's finally

Take Tyrese and then add an "s" and squeeze in an apostrophe, bitch

I gotta get the fuck outta here

I gotta get the fuck outta here, outta here, outta here

Outta here, outta here, outta here

I gotta get the fuck outta here, outta here, outta here

Outta here, outta here, outta here

I gotta get the fuck

I gotta get the fuck

I gotta get the fuck outta here

Raise your hand in the air

Raise your hand, bitch, raise your hand

If you wanna get the fuck up outta here

Say what? Say what? Say what?

Raise your hand in the air

Raise your hand, bitch, raise your hand

If you wanna get the fuck up outta here

Say what? Say what? Say what?

Get him!

Ah!

Get the fuck off me, man, let me go

Got you now, motherfucker

We got you now!

You horny piece of shit!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!