[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own fucking version of this
But no one did it justice, so
Here we go
Ugh
[Verse 1]
Tell your bitch to stop complaining 'bout her achy 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 fucking 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher
Black and white bitch, mixed like she moo and chew grass or somethin'
Sorta like the shit, I guess I'd 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 icing shit
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that say he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Ha! 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
[Hook]
And then they drop, haha
Drop, bitch
Drop, drop
Drop, drop (Yo), bitch
[Verse 2]
The lambs get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' lines grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
Fucking Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, ramming 'em, rats get to tattling
Limbs swinging axes at you antonyms-of-savages
And praying that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fucking the game and shoving daggers through the ass of it
I said, fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fucking the game and shoving daggers through the ass of it
Moving 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 you"
We the shit, like what you make—them niggas still ain't fresh as us
[Outro]
Eat a dick, bitch!