Earl Sweatshirt - Pidgeons lyrics

Welcome back to cla**, b**h, grab on to your gla**es Odd Future leaving even n***as in past tense Style is patent, the measures is drastic Either that or they 4/4, some call them fantastic She called me fantastic, I called her a fat b**h Still k** the p**y, put the cat in a casket The funeral service was f**ing worthless, so I said a couple words at it Didn't know her but I'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick The Odd n***a with a spoon in your danimals As hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupes Harder than granite, hoes know I'm coming With the grand force of Van Damme's fist in a damn cannon so Fans catch us on Animal Planet, tracking hoes And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow The aftermath proves to be smoother than hairy lacks and oh Wave high to the Ritalin regiment Double S sh**, swastikas on the Letterman, b**h Hungry wolves at the door, b**h, let us in k** 'em all, O.F. is what I represent Took the van, went snatch her Oh, you wanna snap and scratch? Snap your f**ing jabberwocky She's a dancer, walkie-talkie Ace for back up like f*g I got cla** and can't take this b**h to math, what Tell the f**ing teacher that this burlap sack is filled With snacks for after cla** for the whole cla** to snack up Yeah, right, get over here faster Cause Earl's a pro rapper but amateur kidnapper Earl, goddammit, I'm still in my damn pajamas Waiting on mom to bring me the Aspirin from a trampoline jump And if I pick her up, I'm humping and I'm f**ing with no lubricant I'm using spit, piss, vaseline or something, how old is she? (Seventeen) This b**h is underage But I'll have her face off tied and Nicholas caged But anyway, give me cash f*g, cause I'm low on gas Aww f** it, 'bout to jack off, go catch a f**ing cab No I'm not lying when I say that brother's all I have But if you're not dying don't f**ing bother to call me back, I'm sleep Say hi to the Ritalin regiment Double S sh**, swastikas on the Letterman, b**h Hungry wolves at the door, b**h, let us in k** 'em all, O.F. is what I represent k** people, burn sh**, f** school Odd Future here to steer you to what the f**'s cool f** rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice Odd Future young enough to get your priest mouth drool I don't give a f**, like a senior citizen sh** and run back to the lab, need a**istance from Sister with the biggest bumbaclot girls I'm around calves big cause they run a lot and scream, oh Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius He ain't touching me like Martin Sheen's penis Y'all n***as ain't clean as my team is meanest Hitting amputees in the knees, Jesus Please, just peep the crystal method where I take a f**ing beat, strip it naked then I wreck it It's no question, Sweatshirt's O.F And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead b**h Hammerhat flyer than a bag of bats And Jane's a f**ing acrobat, I'll flip her on a mattress Last straw, f** that, I'm who broke the camel's back Say you want that dope sh**, welcome to Satan's cabbage patch, b**h Told you he can rap, dumb muthaf**a