[Verse 1: Earl]
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Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
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But something was always missing like six digits
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Lucky seven probably poppa
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Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
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Things changed when I hassled back, so
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David hit the pavement with his grapple rap
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Snapple fact: you rather wack
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While I am popping like a snapping crack
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So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts
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Matter fact I am Farmer John milking cattle tracks
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Action packed nipple squeezing, boy colder than sniffle season
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Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen
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So when the street is split
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Don't act surprised, agree with it
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The Gang of Wolves and creeps and Crips
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Is deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
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I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
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I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boasting
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Bragging tell this faggots to stop nagging
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Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like
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[Verse 2: Tyler]
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Uh, was always fucked up as shit with it
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But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it.. Troll
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I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirting with Uncle Mervin
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Fucking y'all with no lubricant go grab the detergent
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I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
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Wearing nothing but they fucking blast with their matching turban
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I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swerving
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Hitting curbs and blasting Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon
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I'm stealing purses raping nurses I'm a quick consierge
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And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German
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I'm squirting while I'm masturbating and regurgitating
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From eating Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were serving
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My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
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So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
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This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fucking ticket
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Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filming Twilight in this bitch
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[Verse 3: Earl]
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I'm back on my sixty six six shit
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Flowing like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
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She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
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She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura
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Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
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Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughing, huh
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[Verse 4: Tyler]
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Bitch you're barely breathing leaving on the back of the boat
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While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
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Flowing like the creampie inside of your daughter
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Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
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I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it
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And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
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Fucking awesome spitting box of trees, got you niggas
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Shaking like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick
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Ironing you niggas now it's time to start some shit
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Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
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Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
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Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
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Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
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Get the Zippo and spark the shit
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Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
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Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have started it
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Couch
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| Earl Sweatshirt |
