Earl Sweatshirt ☆ Earl

After filling my reputation of
whore beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and
I ordered some gorditas
Mmm that’s good
Wanted four more ordered ’em
didn’t eat ’em
Then head to Thebe’s house for
some gymnastics
Fantastic I backflip on this
beat B
Cause we running shit like the
Dingleberries on four cheetahs
Flow colder than Papa Joe’s old
Domino’s
Fuck it whatever um
Trashwang scratched inside
theknucks
Got some One Direction tickets
I should hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs
plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans
could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave and the
cannabis
Try to take the van and the
whole band to Canada
Fuck the block news and the
venues they can’t handle us
They can’t stand us including
fruits that Frank’s channeling
The Ku Klux Klan see me and my
managers
But thank me when they ask where
the Five Panels is fuck
Man I suck now
I ain’t still dope nope
But Chris and Rihanna’s fuckin’
again so there’s still hope
Oh fuck I went there balling
bitch I’m Ben’s hair
Y’all barely breaking like
Taco’s self esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap
yeah this grin’s rare
Watch a nigga smile like
five year old child
I’m kicking it with Nak and the
nigga from Green Mile it’s
Red Bull in this cup so a nigga
may seem wild but
That’s just all the sherm I was
burning a little while ago
Don’t let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and
Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that
skate with a sick style
And some freckled bitches with
giant peaches that’s vile
They never did catch that rhino
Squadron full of some lost souls
Sergeant of all it’s autumn and
Nak just nollied a pothole
Non cooperative with his momma’s
wishes for college
And coppers labeled a problem
since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp
nigga follow me through the
foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty
bitch in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and
stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch got jumped
dusted off and then walked home
Shit it’s like 6 P.M and his
temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven
sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes
all my niggas hostile
Cautious of your crosses
scoffing at your doctrines
Bitches augmented stupid
as the group is
Only slightly write precise to
get a pussy nigga tooth chipped
Man these stitches shut the
loose lips stumbled in
a Ruth’s Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the
luggage from his shroom trips
See Lionel ball with Leonardo
on the weekend now
And Maui on a scenic route
we on the second season now
Small fry got ’em seasons salty
weeded coughing
Ease up off me end is breathing
easy as bulimics barfing
From a different breed of doggy
from a different seed and cloth
And teeing off believe it’s
Golf Wang nigga