Earl Sweatshirt - Stapleton lyrics

Yo!

It's Earl, Mr early Bird
Gets them girls with curvy curves
Skate Mental
Truck 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 permanence
Learn I'm a curb-stomping person
Like third strike verdict
Dropping jaw-dropping verses
This bigger lips in person
Nigga spit's some burn so urn 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 tinking a glass
So if you thinking about dissing


Stop thinking it fast
'Cause my wolves ten deep and
They knuckles is brass, ho
The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
I control them like your eyes
When I'm tinking a glass
So if you thinking about dissing
Stop thinking it fast
'Cause my wolves ten deep and
They knuckles is brass, bitch

Tell your boyfriend that's a bat
And this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered
With these white stains (Bitch)
Wait, where you going
What you doing tonight?
(Stop running, bitch)
Just want to know what you doing, come back
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat
And this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered
With these white stains (Bitch)
Where you going, what you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going
What you doing? (Bitch)

It's Earl, Mr lateshift, rapist in training
Who edge about as straight as
Some clay closet gay dick
Ray say hey Earl's a real charming racist
Your birthday day, have some KK cake bitch
Habit have it, grab it fast and attack it
Faggot i'm above average like I'm
Rapping in the attic, yeah
I'm crouched in the basement shouting
"Couch is the greatest hit"
Dirty as a anus is
Fans stand in rain for this
They'd even stand in sleet season
Until they fucking feet bleeding
Hail and fucking snow
In hell with fucking coats
Probably wear more layers
There's only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down until
They mothafucking necks hurt
Fans proud to stand in sleet season
'til they fucking feet bleeding
Hail and fucking snow
In hell with fucking coats
Probably wear more layers
There's only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down 'til
They mothafucking necks hurt

Tell your boyfriend that's a bat
And this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered
With these white stains (Bitch)
Wait, where you going
What you doing tonight?
Just want to know what you doing, come back
(Please) tell your boyfriend that's a bat
And this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered
With these white stains (Bitch)
Where you going, what you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going
What you doing? (Bitch)

Mr deerskin Moccasins is on
The fucking stalk again
Following and stalking all them
Larchmont soccer chicks
Chopping limbs, gnawing legs
Through they fuckin' stockings
Him is 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 got me feelin' loose
As the puss of a whore who's used to abuse
My screws 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 yoo hoo
Odd Fu ture Wolf Gang Kill
Them All fuck 'em all
No lube, it's the crew to get used to, faggot