Artist: Earl Sweatshirt Album: Earl Song: Stapleton Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Earl Sweatshirt] Yo... it's Earl, Mr. Early Bird, gets them girls with curvy curves Skate mental, trunk smack a faggot in his Shirley Temple Your rhymes rentals, give 'em back to they owners At the end of the bar I, spit with the permanents Learn I'm a curb stompin person Like third strike verdict droppin jaw droppin verses This bigger lips in person nigga spits some burn so earn the shit Furnish the flow until my pockets green, Kermit's dick The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass I control them like your eyes when I'm tinkin a glass So if you thinkin about dissin, stop thinkin it fast cause my Wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, hoe The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass I control them like your eyes when I'm tinkin a glass So if you thinking about dissin, stop thinkin it fast cause my Wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, bitch [Chorus] Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains Wait, where you goin? What you doin tonight? Just want to know what you doin, come back Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains Where you goin? What you doin tonight? Stop runnin, where you goin, what you doin? [Earl Sweatshirt] It's Earl, Mr. Lateshift, rapist in trainin Who edge about as straight as some clay closet gay dick Ray say hey Earl's a real charmin racist Your birthday day, have some KK-Kake bitch Habit have it grab it fast and attack it faggot I'm above average like I'm rappin in the attic, yeah I'm crouched in the basement shoutin "Couch" is the greatest hit Dirty as a anus is, fans stand in rain for this They even stand in sleet season until they fuckin feet bleeding Hail and fuckin snow, in hell with fuckin coats Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt He make them bow down until they muh'fuckin necks hurt Fans probably stand in sleet season until they fucking feet bleedin Hail and fuckin snow, in hell with fuckin coats Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt He make them bow down 'til they muh'fuckin necks hurt [Chorus] [Earl Sweatshirt] Mr. Deerskin Mocassins is on the fuckin stalk again Followin and stalkin all them Larchmont soccer chicks Choppin limbs, gnawin legs through they fuckin' stockings Him his Grandfather Sweatshirt, clockin' all them cardigans Product of popped rubbers and pops that did not love us So when I leave home keep my heart on the top cupboard So I will not stutter when I'm shoutin "Fuck you, son" Wolf Gang 'bout it, we ain't waitin 'til the moon come Woo son, the moonshine it got feelin loose as the puss of a whore who's used to abuse My, screw's pretty loose mind fucked like the hair-doos of doo-doo mamas, dude I will bear jew you You unripe fruit dudes is crews to chew through My niggas wash 'em down with a fat carton of Yoohoo Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All, fuck 'em all No lube, it's the crew to get used to Faggot