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Earl Sweatshirt

Genres: Hip-Hop

Oldie Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

yeah, fuck that 

look, the contrast is a pair of lips 

swallowin syrup and settin fires to sheriffs whip 

fuckin all american terrorist 

crushin rapper larynx to feed em a fuckin carrot stick 

and me? i just spent a year ferrisin and 

and i lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is 

spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel 

so that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is 

narrow, tight line, might impair him 

since i made it back to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type 

pharoah fuckin pillow tear wearin pack of parasite 

threw his own loofa off the roof after paradise 

ladidadi back in here to fuck the party up 

raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a tommy gun 

never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks 

60 day chips from fuckin awesome anonymous 

call him bloated til he show them that the flow deluxe 

off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch 

vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose his drum 

let me hit him, hit it with a stick until the ho was numb 

culprit of the potent punch 

scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a folgers cup or nevada 

driving drunk inside a stolen truck 

shitting like his colon bust 

belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum 

supernova, im rollin over the novices 

im roamin through the forest and spittin cold as the porridge is 

stay gold til the case closed and the story end 

post mortem porkin this rap shit and record it 

to escort it to the morgue again 

lord of lips, bored of this 

forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list 

stormin the gate, whos sure in the base, scorching ladies 

fortunately these motherfuckers soarin, torso and face 

get at me with savages, have a pack of apache 

indian pack of niggas who dont give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence 

as a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you cant 

like crunchy black cats in a taxi 

back like lateral passing 

with that motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping 

as an addict i let percocets and xannies relax me 

fall back if your paddies is maxi 

please 

 

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