Earl Sweatshirt - Rick James lyrics

Go figure the oh So ignorant slow liver Make him don't sleep like nodoz sniffers and coke dingers Pro sinner I'm sick with felonies as wacky With more inner conflict than Helga G. Pataki Hoe getter, dime chicks to Tel Aviv and back He's a dope spitter y'all could be selling me to crack fiends Keep it moving like a track meet wack freak see me creeping to ‘em in a taxi The legendary king shoop on juice the Don Boos from the heavy bling to the Croc shoes You thought I never think to rob you, you slob dude thanks for everything, To Wong Foo I'm Julie Newmar then fooling you all and looting New York to putting j**els on super Uhaul And Scooby doo called to ask if he could take the case, raid the place and try to eat a snack when I break your face Cool like a switch-blade, esnay the itchshay dude typing inkay b**h made since fifth grade Michael spits game b**h take a sick day I been to house parties but you‘ll never see this kid play I'm Rick James. aha