Chordoroy feat. Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, The Creator (unreleased 2010)
[Verse 1: Earl] We come through mopping, like janitors Smoking kush nuggets the size of fucking tarantulas Blow got me amped as fuck, hold niggas backing up And that nigga Short tell that nigga Jasper swag me up Swag me up, swag is us, who can tell me how to fuck? Our number one fans are faggots who used to laugh at us Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was "Um, y'all dope, Wolf Gang just a dab of dust " Yeah the dabradors take your head chop off No father, fuck being proper bitch, we're popping off And to top it off I'm dropping monster monologues As hot enough to piss your local arson off That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss Switch swag on you little dick fags You fucking dead bitch, chips up on my spiff bag with your bitch ass
[Hook:] She call me crazy, they call me crazy They call me shady but it's a chordaroy life I'm living baby, I'm living baby I'm living baby, it's a chordaroy life And you call me shady, call me crazy Call me lazy, I ain't your baby It's a chordaroy life that I'm living hazy It's a chordaroy life that I'm living phase me
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] People love Hodgy I hate you though I don't precipitate bitch, I H2O And I move across your membrane, you loose against my insane Thoughts, cause you're an outsider trying to get in brain I like girls but I don't fuck with tramps I'm elephant tusking and they suck your lance I'm shaving off my boot hairs deciduosly Break jaws Mr. Vigora, rigorously I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze I got weed for less than a percentage of a fucking [?] New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection Bitch I got my swag called, natural protection Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons I brandish and I flash tools and I have full stepping I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til I can see the light Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice