Earl Sweatshirt - Don't Fight Earl lyrics

[Earl] Yo I'm a hot and bothered astronaut Crashing while jacking off To buffering vids of Asher Roth Eatin' apple sauce Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the a** with saws And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off Twisted sicker than mad cattle in fact I'm off Six different liquors with a Prince wig plastered on Stop screamin', b**h, you shouldn't be that alarmed When Big Lips is in the Attic Arms with an addicts arm Earl puts the a** in a**a**in Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic Puts 'em in a pan and mixes it up with scat Then gobbles it like fat black b**hes and catfish It so happens that I'm so hap hazardous I'll puke a piece and put it on a hook and f**ing cast the sh** I'm asking that you f*ggot rap actors take action And get a hall pa** from this cla**-act sh** How the f** I fit a axe in a satchel? Slip capsules in the gla**, you dizzy rascal Party staff baffled, asking where her a** go In my room redefining the meaning of black holes Before I s** it up, But hurry I got nuts to bust And bu*ts to f**, and ups to shut And s*uts to f**ing uppercut It's OF, bu*tercup, go ahead, f** with us Without a doubt a sure-fire way to get your mother f**ed Asked for a couple bucks Shove a trumpet up her bu*t Play a song, invade her thong My dick is having guts for lunch As well as supper, then I rummage through her ruptured c*nt Found the mustard f**in' nosey neighbors notice something's up "Whatcha doin'?" Nothin' much Would shout some other stuff Gotta f**ing bounce Guess the bouncers had enough of us "f** you doin'? Eat my dick! I'll eat your a**!" "f** T in the a**, man" "Ay, f** you!" "f** that n***a, man!" (Verse 2) Get 'em off the pavement wipe the dirt and vomit off DopeBoyz hatin' but them f*ggots is a lot of talk Cotton soft, p**y them Odd n***as is molotov co*ktails f**in' toss one into your apartment, dog Wolf Gang, we ain't barkin', nawh Try talkin' on a blog with your f**in' arms cut off Put 'em in carpet and watch 'em get auctioned off Ace, Tell Shakes daughter we're sorry but poppa's gone b**h [Tyler] Odd Future Wolf Gang, n***a f** them 2DopeBoyz, n***as Odd Future Wolf Gang k** Them All Don't give a f**, n***a Stay pop, n***a Earl, whaddup n***a? f** Steve Harvey