| YEAHH YEAHHH alright, umm wolf haley odd future wolf gang nigga know what, you know fuck it i aint even gonna go, imma let my lil brother EARL Sweatshirt get on your niggas a EARL hit'em [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] So I'm guessin' there's questions that need addressin', huh? Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' 'em Hand'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em Snappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun Fuckin' chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son Chillin' for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em Let the crowd choose who can fuckin' last longer It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica That we picked up at the last concert Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels He's the junior king standin' out shoutin' on the balcony How come he's not in counselin'? Fucka's loud while he's sound asleep Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga was Courage cowardly? Stay Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be countin' calories [Verse 2: Tyler the Creator] Fuck with the Wolf, we startin' to bark viciously Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies ... |
