[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, k**ing sh**
I'm half privileged, think white and have n******g lips
A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
sh**, I'll pa** the cla** when my dad starts giving sh**s
But as long as our relationship is turdless
I'mma keep burning rubber and f**ing these beats with burnt dick
Who that? Oh, that new coon John Cusack
A Mecca bu*ton-up, shoutin' bring Fubu back
Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zack
Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back?
With no hint, we're egging with no tint
Plus there's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uh
The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her
There's nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her
A little bit of sherm sure provokes the f**ing fight in her
She started biting cause I'm giving co*k like it's advice to her
Take that, I'm on top like wave caps
This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that ba** back, n***a