- Earl Sweatshirt Stapleton 歌詞
- Earl Sweatshirt
- Its Earl, Mr. Early Bird, gets them girls with curvy curves
Skate Mental, truck smack a faggot in his Shirley Temple
Your rhymes rentals, give em back to they owners
At the end of the bar , I spit with the permanence
Learn Im a curb stomping person
Like third strike verdict dropping jaw dropping verses
This bigger lips in person, nigga spits some burn so urn the shit
Furnish the flow until my pockets green, Kermits dick
The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
I control them like your eyes when Im tinking a glass
So if you thinking about dissing stop thinking it fast
Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, ho
The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
I control them like your eyes when Im tinking a glass
So if you thinking about dissing, stop thinking it fast
Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, b*tch
Tell your boyfriend thats a bat and this a migraine
Dont ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Wait , where you going, what you doing tonight?
Just want to know what you doing, come back
Tell your boyfriend thats a bat and this a migraine
Dont ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Where you going, what you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going, what you doing?
Its Earl, Mr. Lateshift, rapist in training
Who edge about as straight as some clay closet gay dick
Ray say hey Earls a real charming racist
Your birthday day, have some KK cake b*tch
Habit have it, grab it fast and attack it, faggot
Im above average like Im rapping in the attic, yeah
Im crouched in the basement shouting 'Couch' is the greatest hit
Dirty as a anus is, fans stand in rain for this
They even stand in sleet season until they f**king feet bleeding
Hail and f**king snow, in hell with f**king coats
Probably wear more layers, theres only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down until they mothaf**king necks hurt
Fans proud to stand in sleet season until they f**king feet bleeding
Hail and f**king snow, in hell with f**king coats
Probably wear more layers, theres only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down til they mothaf**king necks hurt
Tell your boyfriend thats a bat and this a migraine
Dont ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight?
Just want to know what you doing, come back
Tell your boyfriend thats a bat and this a migraine
Dont ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Where you going, what you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going, what you doing?
Mr. Deerskin Moccasins is on the f**king stalk again
Following and stalking all them larchmont soccer chicks
Chopping limbs, gnawing legs, through they f**kin stockings
Him is grandfather sweatshirt, clockin all them cardigans
Product of popped rubbers and pops that did not love us
So when I leave home keep my heart on the top cupboard
So I will not stutter when Im shoutinf**k you, son
Wolf Gang bout it, we aint waitin til the moon come
Woo son, the moonshine got feelin loose
As the puss of a whore whos used to abuse
My screws pretty loose mind f**ked like the hair-doos
Of doo-doo mamas, dude I will bear jew you
You unripe fruit dudes is crews to chew through
My niggas wash em down with a fat carton of yoo-hoo
Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All f**k em all
No lube, its the crew to get use to, faggot
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