Couch-Earl Sweatshirt/Tyler, The Creator

[00:00.30]Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted [00:05.30]But somethin' was always missin' like six digits [00:09.16]Lucky seven probably poppa [00:10.86]Little ***** so they picked on him, hassled him [00:14.00]Things changed when I hassled back, so [00:16.66]David hit the pavement with this grapple rap [00:19.27]Snapple fact: you rather wack [00:21.08]While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack [00:23.71]So high you could see like Ta***hass, the opposite of cataracts [00:28.05]Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks [00:31.52]Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season [00:35.16]Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of s***n [00:38.60]So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it [00:42.26]The Gang of Wolves that creeps in crypts [00:44.53]As deep as Dawson's Creek and s**t [00:45.76]I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties [00:49.26]I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin' [00:52.87]Braggin' tell these f****ts to stop naggin' [00:56.18]Cause them Wolf Gang ****** threw them off the bandwagon like [00:59.97] [01:00.47]Uh, was always ****** up as s**t with it [01:05.43]But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll [01:10.89]I got you ****** nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin [01:14.60]******' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent [01:17.37]I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon [01:21.29]Wearin' nothin' but they ******' blast with the matchin' turban [01:24.81]I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin' [01:28.55]Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon [01:31.68]I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon [01:35.34]And treat the beat like sanitized n**i p***ies, I'm a German [01:39.03]I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin' [01:42.42]From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad ***** platter they were servin' [01:45.92]My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve [01:49.34]So b*****s hate to do me like it's convict community service [01:52.84]This my Zombie Circus, you better get a ******' ticket [01:56.63]Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this ***** [02:00.11] [02:00.47]I'm back on my sixty six sick s**t [02:03.63]Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists [02:07.03]She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya [02:10.45]She mad as ****, stuck in the back of a black Acura [02:14.00]Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her [02:17.32]Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh [02:21.34] [02:21.74]***** you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat [02:24.66]While I fill you up with s***n from the Wolf Gang team and [02:28.16]Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter [02:31.84]Oughta eat the ***** with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water [02:35.40]I grab the saw and sawed off her arm and auctioned it [02:38.87]And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the s**t [02:41.95]******' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you ****** [02:44.28]Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the c******s of Kelly Clarkson's **** [02:49.29]Ironin' you ****** now it's time to starch the s**t [02:52.12]Drown your ***** in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it [02:55.51]Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it [02:58.93]Find Earl laying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it [03:04.32]Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him [03:08.18]Get the Zippo and spark the s**t [03:09.64]Hop back in the van and then depart the ***** [03:12.44]Killed him on his own track, the f****t shouldn't have started it