Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Earl, artist - Earl Sweatshirt. Album song Earl, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: Classic Hits
Song language: English
Earl |
Yo, I’m a hot and bothered astronaut crashin' while |
Jackin' off to bufferin' vids of Asher Roth eatin' apple sauce |
Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws |
And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off |
Twisted sicker than mad cattle, in fact I’m off |
Six different liquors with a Prince wig plastered on |
Stop screamin', bitch: you shouldn’t be that alarmed |
When Big Lips is in the attic armed with an addict’s arm |
Earl puts the «ass"in «assassin» |
Puts the pieces of decomposin' bodies in plastic |
Puts 'em in a pan and mixes it up with scat |
Then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish |
It so happens that I’m so haphazardous |
I’ll puke a piece and put it on a hook and fuckin' cast the shit |
I’m askin' that you faggot rap actors take action |
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit |
How the fuck I fit an axe in a satchel? |
Slip capsules in a glass, you dizzy rascal |
Party staff baffled, askin' where her ass go |
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes |
Go on, suck it up; |
but hurry, I got nuts to bust |
And butts to fuck and ups to shut and sluts to fuckin' uppercut |
It’s OF buttercup: go ahead, fuck with us |
Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked |
Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt |
Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch |
As well as supper; |
then I’ll rummage through her ruptured cunt |
Found the mustard, fuckin' nosey neighbors notice somethings up |
«What you doin'?"Nothin' much, squish out some other stuff |
Gotta fuckin' bounce, guess the bouncer’s had enough of us |
Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off |
DopeBoyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk |
Cotton soft pussy them Odd niggas is Molotov |
Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog |
Wolf Gang we ain’t barkin', nah |
Try talkin' on a blog with your fuckin' arms cut off |
Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off |
The Ace tell Shake’s daughter «We're sorry, but papa’s gone… bitch» |