Aw, nigga thought he killed me? Alright That's cool We'll see
[Earl Sweatshirt] Strict top of the crop shit Crushin muh'fuckers like moss in a mosh pit Dollar cents since shit, sense I ain't lost it It's in a fuckin jar with guitar picks and bar spit Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back bitch Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses Take a firm standing, nine on the tracklist Earl half the reason the review's fantastic Niggas gettin comfy on the couch, I ain't havin it Kickin gluteus maximus, killin niggaz on accident
[Chorus] Just watch, I'ma kill 'em all {*3X*} Just watch, off 'em!
[Earl Sweatshirt] Often, no off days, no debates bitch Box logo, switchblade and cocaine in my back pocket, take Jade on vacation The hotel switch from +Heartbreak+ to +Bates+ quick Rippin out braids with bare hands amazes The crowd go crazy, hands raised I'm laced with swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit Hell's Angel, crack Christ cross the face with erasers and use +Based God+ as his replacement +Super Saiyan+ with ruthless slayings Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin
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[Earl Sweatshirt] Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager And Miley feedin me sandwiches for my stamina And Santa's in the back laughin cause my back's crampin up Mrs. Claus trippin balls, think she had enough and by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us Flyer than your man because I'm lampin up At the airport smokin hash with all the fuckin baggage handlers Flowin like the motherfuckers aqueducts Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers Bitch~! ... Eat a dick
