Earl Sweatshirt ft. Tyler, The Creator - Couch | Текст песни

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• Earl Sweatshirt ft. Tyler, The Creator
• Couch

Was always smart mouthed and quick witted
But something was always missing like six digits
Lucky seven, probably papa
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Things changed when I hassled back so
David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
Snapple ? and rather wack
While I am talking like I snap ?
So high you can see like ? the opposite of cataracts
Matter fact I am Farmer John milking cattle tracks
Action packed, nipple squeezing
Boy colder than sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard and spit, this is semen
So when the street is spit, don’t act surprised, agree with it
A gang of wolves and creeps and crips
Is deep as Dawson’s Creek and shit
I pray that God gives
Either that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you think I’m posted boasting?
Bragging, tell these faggots to stop nagging
Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw em off the bandwagon like

[Verse 2]

Was always fucked up as shit with it
But I didn’t cross the line until the bridge hit it
I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirting with uncle Mervin
Fucking y’all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I preach to demons at your church now I’m the newest sermon
? but they fucking ? with the magic turban
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swerving
Hitting curbs and blasting ? drunk off ? burbon
I’m stealing purses, raping nurses, I won’t quit ?
? sanitized ? I’m a German
I’m squirting while I masturbating and regurgitate
From eating Miley Cyrus out pussy platter they were serving
My only purpose is to jerk it cause I has a curse
So bitches hate to do me like it’s convict community service
This my zombie circus, you better get a fucking ticket
I future Wolf Gang like they forming twilight in this bitch

[Verse 3]

I’m back on my six to six sick shit
Flowing like the blood out the competition’s slit wrist
She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back back at ya
She mad as fuck stuck in the back of a black Acura
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain’t laughing hun

[Verse 4]

Bitch you barely breathing, leaving on the back of the boat
Where I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowing like the creampie inside your daughter
Ought to eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and saw the arm off and auction it
And dip her teeth in gold ? and floss the shit
Fucking awesome spitting ? trees got you niggas shaking like it’s Parkinson’s
From the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson’s dick
I am in you niggas now it’s time to starts the shit
Drown your bitch in the tub with cum and throw a shark in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
Find EARL laying on the burgundy carpet
Pull my knife out, sharpen it (Stab em)
Put ? in it, pour unleaded gas on em
Get the Zippo and spark the shit
Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn’t have started it

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