[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own f**ing version of this
But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh
[Verse 1]
Tell your b**h to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a f**, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me b**h, she mad because I taped the sh**
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em f**in' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty b**h basher, black and white b**h
Mixed like she moo and chew gra** or somethin'
Sorta like the sh**, I guess I kinda like my b**h
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license sh**
On that take Shake and Meka necks and f**in' slice them sh**s
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the sh**
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' sh**
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a f*ggot 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 f**in' curb and then they weep
[Hook]
And then they drop, ha-ha
Drop, b**h, drop, drop, drop (Drop, b**h)
[Verse 2]
The lambs get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' lines grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
f**in' Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Limbs swingin' axes at you antonyms of savages
And praying that it damages, your hobby's what my pa**ion is
f** that f*ggot sh**, my n***as on that savage sh**
f**in' the game and shovin' daggers through the a** of it
I said f** that f*ggot sh**, my n***as on that savage sh**
f**in' the game and shovin' daggers through the a** of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her
After a couple drinks and a session of an*l s** with her
Like hey there intestines, my co*k is erect next to ya
We the sh**, like what you make, them n***as still ain't fresh as us
[Outro]
Eat a dick, b**h!