Earl Sweatshirt - Hoarse lyrics

Gorgeous, chrome-plated horse whip
Home, making paintings for
Poor-quality porn flicks
Court adjourned and the verdict's still saucy
Sack swinging like Dub-D40 on a door hinge
Good Lord, walk light like the floor slick
Look bored, hoard all mics in a force grip
Pro-abortion, endorsing his own importance
Or leaving opponents floating with
Paper and dirty porcelain
Pinnacle of titillating, crisp spit
Fist clenched, emulating '68 Olympics
Rock it from the cradle 'til
He middle-age and limp-stick
Coughing from the stable probably
Indicating spliff's lit
Dismissed, feel it in that saturated cranium
Heavy as insurance off a
Spanking-new laser gun
Crazy heart, hazy lung, making art
Raking funds
Crowd going dumb like Palin's son, ugh

And it always follows autumn
No home for the weak
No insurance for your pride jive
Jive and it always follows autumn

I sit in thought 'til the flow is right
Then throw some D onto
All available open mics
Smoke it right, proposing these niggas over
Wipe more because I normally toilet-bowl
With a broken pipe, tch
The former soloist who flow was sick
The token sober kid stressed
So the role was switched
Four Lokos down the hole and a loaded spliff
And who was useless as a broken
Wrist when tryna open shit
Nigga, cold is what you need
To keep the poultry in
Resulting in me rolling slick as
Bottom of the bowling kicks
Early Man, you posers know me as the troll
Throwing moldy donut holes at your grody
Ho from his cronies' whip
Eating like the kids when you
Take ‘em off Ritalin
Throwing temper tantrums at the window
Of your whip again
Sweeping up the glass to use it
As a garnish over tracks
Damaged like the leg he limping
To the barn with chickenshit's
Temper 'bout as thick as tips of pencils is
Missiles to the picket fence
Who spit as good as finger-lickin’, bitch?
Bet it's 36 fish netted like
The hook was inefficient

And it always follows autumn
No home for the weak
No insurance for your pride jive
Jive and it always follows autumn