Artist: Earl Sweatshirt
Album:  Earl
Song:   Luper
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Earl Sweatshirt]
Ma said "Wake up son, good morning"
I rolled out of bed, greeted momma with a yawn then
paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen
Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson
Just as I was about to dig in
A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended shit
I paid my thoughts no attention
Cause I wasn't tryin to kick it with this bitch that just ended it with me
but momma wasn't havin it, so I grabbed my bag
and split out the door and saw the whore that I'd rather kick
It seems kinda brash, but it's the hash, I mean the harsh truth
She runs shit, she's the jock, I'm the horseshoe
She's gorgeous, when niggaz see it jaws hit the floor so
when she left, it didn't break my heart, it broke my torso
Making my eyes ache, stalkin your MySpace
Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say
That I fucking hate you, but...
Maybe if you looked in this direction
I'd pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then
feel the fuckinglife, rushin through my body
But you got a guy, it's not me, so my wrist is lookin sloppy
C'mon, let's cut the bull like a matador
You light me up like lamps a chance is all I'm really askin for
Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more
Most wanna tap and score, I want a fam of four
Not like a family of four, just like... ahh fuck it
You'll never listen to this shit anyways
Fuck you~!
Bitch

[Earl Sweatshirt]
She said "You rushing, you rabid son of a Labrador
But I'm attracted to you like teenyboppers to Apple stores"
The basement light is darkened and the switchblade is sharpened
Her name on my arm and her face on a 2% carton
See her face while you're fixingyour breakfast
And know she's in my basement, objecting to sex with
me murder spree, surges on with the next bitch
Tombstones read R.I.P. cause it's pieces they rest in