Domo Genesis: Fuck it two tears in a bucket Cause these fuckers could never touch us In the midst of the calm we bringin' ruckus Bitches nothing, end of discussion I will be double clutching, leave a chunk Looking slump, give a punk a fucking concussion Why you frontin' speakin' nothin' like a bad preacher Rollin' mad tree while you camping over your last reefer Catch me backseat, email-declining your rap features Keep your beat and get your track ethered Nigga careful what you rappin' for I'm gunnin' at these rappers throats I'm spittin' raw, I'mma kill'em all but I be laughin' though Ashin' in a champagne glass cause I'm irrational I'm showing ass, shorty's gettin' gassed at all the cash I blow Again I'm passin' go laugh in a time of fashion This rapper shit is my passion, no actin' I make it happen Look back at your wack reaction Give me racks, 'bout to cash' em The stacks, you can't imagine Spark it a flash passin'
Earl Sweatshirt: I am the coldest speakin', you are a ho that's decent Lookin' to hold and squeeze, and I'm schemin' on dome and peacin' Back to the olive garden, breaded like Paul McCartney Beatle, and every time you see him know the armor sparkly GNAW dog, he barking potty mouth, it's probably cotton Closet full of army fatigue buckets and dirty Kostons Flirtin' with the blunt before I lick it She fillin' out her curves and she can serve as an apprentice Rolling blunts, rollin' sleeves when I dirty up the ditches And never servin' dick the week she finishes her sentence Nigga, bet that rhetoric offensive like I'm Yelling, never timid; this the Frigidaire freezer shit Feel the glare heating shit, Golf Wang leader pick Burn trees: cedars, piss off, flipped cross Put the three in six, tight as skin when the needle prick O-F, never present tense, eat a dick, bitch