Earl - Earl Sweatshirt
Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashin' while
Jackin' off to bufferin' vids of Asher Roth eatin' apple sauce
Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws
And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off
Twisted sicker than mad cattle, in fact I'm off
Six different liquors with a Prince wig plastered on
Stop screamin', b_tch: you shouldn't be that alarmed
When Big Lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm
Earl puts the "ass" in "assassin"
Puts the pieces of decomposin' bodies in plastic
Puts 'em in a pan and mixes it up with scat
Then gobbles it like fat black b_tches and catfish
It so happens that I'm so haphazardous
I'll puke a piece and put it on a hook and f_ckin' cast the sh_t
I'm askin' that you faggot rap actors take action
And get a hall pass for this class-act sh_t
How the f_ck I fit an axe in a satchel?
Slip capsules in a glass, you dizzy rascal
Party staff baffled, askin' where her ass go
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Go on, s_ck it up; but hurry, I got nuts to bust
And b_tts to f_ck and ups to shut and sl_ts to f_ckin' uppercut
It's OF b_ttercup: go ahead, f_ck with us
Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother f_cked
Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her b_tt
Play a song, invade a thong, my d_ck is havin' guts for lunch
As well as supper; then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Found the mustard, f_ckin' nosey neighbors notice somethings up
"What you doin'?" Nothin' much, squish out some other stuff
Gotta f_ckin' bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us
[Verse 2]
Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
DopeBoyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk
Cotton soft p_ssy them Odd n_ggas is Molotov
Cocktails, f_ckin' toss one in your apartment dog
Wolf Gang we ain't barkin', nah
Try talkin' on a blog with your f_ckin' arms cut off
Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off
The Ace tell Shake's daughter "We're sorry, but papa's gone... b_tch"
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