[Intro]
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Aw, nigga thought he killed me?
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Alright, that's cool, we'll see
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[Verse 1]
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Strict top of the crop shit
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Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit
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Dollar cents, since shit, sense I ain't lost it
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It's in a fuckin' jar with guitar picks and bar spit
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Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness
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Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick
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Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch
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Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses
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Take a firm standin', nod on the tracklist
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Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic
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Niggas gettin' comfy on the Couch, I ain't havin' it
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Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' niggas on accident
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[Hook]
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Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
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Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
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Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
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Just watch, off 'em
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[Verse 2]
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Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch
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Box logo, switchblade and cocaine
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In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation
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The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick
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Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes
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The crowd, go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with
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Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it
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Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit
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Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face
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With erasers and use Based God as his replacement
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Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings
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Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin'
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's
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Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager
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And Miley feedin' me sandwiches for my stamina
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And Santa's in the back laughin' cause my back's crampin' up
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Mrs. Claus trippin' balls, think she had enough
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And by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us
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Flyer than your man because I'm lampin' up
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At the airport smokin' hash with all the fuckin' baggage handlers
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Flowin' like the muthafuckin' aqueducts
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Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch, eat a dick
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Kill
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| Earl Sweatshirt |
