[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Uh, was always smart-mouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Lucky seven, probably poppa
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Things changed when I hassled back, so
David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
Snapple fact: you rather wack
While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
So high, you could see like Tallahass', or opposite of cataracts
Matter fact, I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks
Action-packed, nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen
So, when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it
The gang of wolves that creeps in crypts
As deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
I pray they got gills, either that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted, boastin'?
Braggin', tell these faggots to stop naggin'
'Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw 'em off the bandwagon, like
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Uh, was always fucked up as shit wit' it
But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban, swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon, drunk off English bourbon
I'm stealin' purses, rapin' nurses, I'm a crooked surgeon
And treat the beat like sanitized Nazi puss, I'm a German
I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin'
My only purpose is to jerk it 'cause it has a curve
So, bitches hate to do me like ex-convict community service
This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang, like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch
Uh, was always smart-mouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Lucky seven, probably poppa
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Things changed when I hassled back, so
David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
Snapple fact: you rather wack
While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
So high, you could see like Tallahass', or opposite of cataracts
Matter fact, I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks
Action-packed, nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen
So, when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it
The gang of wolves that creeps in crypts
As deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
I pray they got gills, either that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted, boastin'?
Braggin', tell these faggots to stop naggin'
'Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw 'em off the bandwagon, like
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Uh, was always fucked up as shit wit' it
But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban, swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon, drunk off English bourbon
I'm stealin' purses, rapin' nurses, I'm a crooked surgeon
And treat the beat like sanitized Nazi puss, I'm a German
I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin'
My only purpose is to jerk it 'cause it has a curve
So, bitches hate to do me like ex-convict community service
This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang, like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch
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