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Earl Sweatshirt

Genres: Hip-Hop

Kill Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

Aw, nigga thought he killed me? 

Alright, that's cool, we'll see 

 

Strict top of the crop shit 

Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit 

Dollar cents since shit, sense I ain't lost it 

It's in a fuckin' jar with guitar picks and bar spit 

Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness 

Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick 

Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch 

Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses 

Take a firm standin', nine on the tracklist 

Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic 

Niggas gettin' comfy on the couch, I ain't havin' it 

Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' niggas on accident 

 

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Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all 

Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all 

Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all 

Just watch, off 'em! 

 

Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch 

Box logo, switchblade and cocaine 

In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation 

The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick 

Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes 

The crowd, go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with 

Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it 

Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit 

Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face 

With erasers and use Based God as his replacement 

Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings 

Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin' 

 

Photos 

 

Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all 

Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all 

Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all 

Just watch, off 'em! 

 

Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's 

Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager 

And Miley feedin' me sandwiches for my stamina 

And Santa's in the back laughin' cause my back's crampin' up 

Mrs. Claus trippin' balls, think she had enough 

And by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us 

Flyer than your man because I'm lampin' up 

At the airport smokin' hash with all the fuckin' baggage handlers 

Flowin' like the muthafuckin' aqueducts 

Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch, eat a dick 

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