Earl Sweatshirt - Earl lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut Crashing while jacking off to buffering vids of Asher Roth eating 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 screaming b**h, you shouldn't be that alarmed When Big Lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm Earl puts the "a**" in "a**a**in" Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic Puts them 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 haphazardous 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** for this cla**-act sh** How the f** I fit an axe in a satchel? Slip capsules in a gla**, she dizzy rascal Party staff baffled, asking where her a** go In my room, redefining the meaning of black holes Go on, 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 O.F. bu*tercup: go ahead, f** with us Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother f**ed Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her bu*t Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is having guts for lunch As well as supper; then I'll rummage through her ruptured c*nt Found the mustard, f**ing nosey neighbors notice somethings up "What you doing?" Nothing much, would shout some other stuff Got to f**ing bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us [Verse 2] Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off DopeBoyz hating, but them f*ggots is a lotta talk Cotton soft p**y, them Odd n***as is Molotov co*ktails, f**ing toss one in your apartment dog Wolf Gang we ain't barking, nah Try talking on a blog with your f**ing arms cut off Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off The Ace tell Shake's daughter "We're sorry, but papa's gone, b**h"