Earl Sweatshirt - Blade lyrics

Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs
Killing shit i'm half-privileged
Think white and have ngger lips
A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
Shit, I'll pass a class when
My dad starts giving shit's
But as long as our relationship is turdless
I'ma keep burning rubber and fucking
These beats with burnt dick
Who that? Oh, that new-coon John Cusack
A Mecca button-up, shouting
"Bring Fubu back"
Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack Muzak
Odd Future on the do rag guess who's back?
With no hint, we're egging with no tint
Plus, it's a shotgun under the
Seat where your ho sit's, ugh
The Night Striker, I'm riding her
Up-tying her
It's nine Vicodins stuck inside of
The windpipes of her
A little bit of sherm sure provokes
The fucking fight in her
She started biting 'cause I'm giving cock
Like it's advice to her
Take that, I'm on top like wave caps
This is grade-A rap Domo
Bring that bass back, nigga
Um, Domo couldn’t be here, so
Uh… We’re just… I don’t like talking hu Ugh!
Awww, cuz fell on the floor, cuz! Ayy
Call them policemen niggas that, like
Help people when they hurt!