Earl Sweatshirt - Pigeons | Текст песни

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• Earl Sweatshirt
• Pigeons

Welcome back to class, bitch
grab on to your glasses
oddfuture leavin even niggas in past tense
style is patent, the measures is drastic
either that or they full-force, some call them fantastic
she called me fantastic
I called her a fat bitch
still killed the pussy, put the cat in a casket
the funeral service was fuckin worthless
so i said a couple words at it
didn't know her but i'm confirmin that she sure gurgled dick
the odd nigga with a spoon in your danimals
as hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupes
Harder than granite, hos know I'm comin with the grand force of van dams
fist in a dam cannon so
fans catch us on animal planet, trackin ho's
and attackin faster than foes can change the channel, woah
my dick hates sweaters so she jackin slow
the aftermath proves to be smoother than hairy lacks and oh

Wave high to the Ritalin Regiment
Double S shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch
hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in!
Kill em all, OF is what I represent

Say hi to the Ritalin Regiment
Double S shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch
hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in!
Kill em all, OF is what I represent

I took the van, went snatch her
oh, you wanna snap this grass? Snap your fucking jabber
Walky, she's a dancer, walkie-tockie Ace for backup
like fag i got class and can't take this bitch to math
What, tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled with snacks for after class for the whole class, snacka?
Yeah, right, get over here faster
cause Earl's a pro rapper but amateur kidnapper

Tyler:
Earl, godammit, I'm still in my damn pajamas
Waitin on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump
and if i pick her up, I'm humpin and i'm fuckin with no lubricant
I'm using spit, piss, Vaseline or something
How old she?

Earl:
17

Tyler:
This bitch is underage
But I'll have her face off, tied, and Nicholas Caged
But anyway, gimme cash fag, cause i'm low on gas,
aww fuck it, bout to jack off, go catch a fucking cab.

No I'm not lying when I say that brother's all I have
But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back
I'm Sleep

Say hi to the Ritalin Regiment
Double S shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch
hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in!
Kill em all, OF is what I represent

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Odd Future, here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
Fuck roots, state life, rape, write, repeat twice
Odd Future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Odd Future, here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
Fuck roots, state life, rape, write, repeat twice
Odd Future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen
shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from
sister with the biggest bum but clock girls I'm around cast big
cause they run a lot and scream, oh
pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius
He ain't touchin me like Martin Sheen's penis
Yall niggaz and clean and my team is meanest
hittin amputees in the knees, jesus
please, just peep the crystal method where I take a fucking beat, strip it naked then I wreck it
It's no question, Sweatshirt's OF and you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead
bitch
Hammerhat flyer than a bag of ass, and jane's a fucking hawk i'll flip her on a mattress
last straw, fuck that, I'm who broke the camel's back
say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch

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