Lyrics Drop - Earl Sweatshirt
I
know
everyone
has
their
own
fucking
version
of
this
But
no
one
did
it
justice,
so
here
we
go,
uh
Tell
your
bitch
to
stop
complainin'
'bout
her
achey
tits
Her
body
is
a
temple,
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
I'm
atheist
Make
me
stop,
make
me
bitch,
she
mad
because
I
taped
the
shit
And
sent
the
tape
to
Ace
and
Taco,
helps
'em
fuckin'
'bate
to
it
Master,
master,
pretty
bitch
basher,
black
and
white
bitch
Mixed
like
she
moo
and
chew
grass
or
some
Concerta
Like
the
shit,
I
guess
I
kinda
like
my
bitch
If
she
wasn't
a
dyke
motorcyclist
with
Tyson
lisp
Wolf
Gang
on
that
drive
without
a
license
shit
On
that
take
Shake
and
Meka
necks
and
fuckin'
slice
them
shits
Oh
how
nice,
now
you
wanna
say
you
like
the
shit
Because
you
bruised
up,
your
neck
sliced,
and
I
ain't
icin'
shit
Show
me
a
rapper
my
age
that
say
he
nice
as
this
And
I'll
show
you
a
faggot
that
says
he
hate
Barbara
Streisand
flicks
Huh,
me
and
Berman
swervin'
in
the
jeep
I'm
a
nice
guy
in
person,
but
a
pervert
in
the
sheets
And
I'm
magic
with
the
words,
murder
Merlin
over
beats
Make
the
competition
kiss
the
fuckin'
curb
and
then
they
weep
And
then
they
drop,
ha-ha
Drop,
bitch,
drop,
drop,
drop
(Drop,
bitch)
Yo,
the
lambs
get
silenced
and
the
fans
get
violent
Droppin'
live
grimey
like
the
hands
of
Odd
Toddlers
Fuckin'
Awesome
arsenal
of
wolves
in
the
pack
I
travel
in
The
battle
ram,
rammin'
'em,
rats
get
to
tattlin'
Lynn
swingin'
axes
at
you
antonyms
of
savages
And
prayin'
that
it
damages,
your
hobby's
what
my
passion
is
Fuck
that
faggot
shit,
my
niggas
on
that
savage
shit
Fuckin'
the
game
and
shovin'
daggers
through
the
ass
of
it
Movin'
on
to
a
Jessica,
plannin'
to
make
a
mess
of
her
After
a
couple
drinks
and
a
session
of
anal
sex
with
her
Like
hey
there
intestines,
my
cock
is
erect
next
to
ya
We
the
shit,
like
what
you
make,
them
niggas
still
ain't
fresh
as
us
Eat
a
dick,
bitch!
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