Earl Sweatshirt - Unreleased 2010 lyrics

[Intro] Yeeeaaah, b**h! Wolfgang Sweatshirt-uh, ho! b**h! [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Pigeon workers leave the studio wall sh**ted-up sh** talkin' little f**, getcha' sista-sister f**ed sh**, I hit stripper up we gone pickin' n***a-n***as Stick inside the f**in' pops, worried, glue them b**hes up Rippin' writtens while my n***a splittin'-splittin' blunts Eyes hazey wit' my middle finger up a stripper's c*nt Lights down, lit her up, sherm in my sippy cup Ice pickin' cripples 'till I get my pickle rub Catch me-catch me poppin' pimples tellin' b**h's triple sixes Stab-stabbing them with pencils in their temples 'till my dick erupts It's really f**in' simple, s*ut, Wolfgang, get with us We about to grab a FULL fista' nuts and lick 'em up Turn it up, fisticuff, givin'-gi-givin' b**hes dick to s** Let 'em drink the cum out a f**in'-f**in' paper cup who*e's wider than the horse that I'm sniffin' up Leave now if you ain't tryin' get them titties touched