Pigions - Earl Sweatshirt feat Tyler the Creator

[Verse 1:]
Welcome back to class, b_tch, grab on to your glasses
Odd Future leaving even n_ggas in past tense
Style is patent, the measures is drastic
Either that or they 4: 4, some call them fantastic
She called me fantastic, I called her a fat b_tch
Still kill the p_ssy, put the cat in a casket
The funeral service was f_cking worthless, so I said a couple words at it
Didn't know her but I'm confirming that she sure gurgled d_ck
The Odd n_gga with a spoon in your danimals
As hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupes
Harder than granite, hoes know I'm coming
With the grand force of Van Damme's fist in a damn cannon so
Fans catch us on Animal Planet, tracking hoes
And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa
My d_ck hates sweaters so she jack it slow
The aftermath proves to be smoother than hair relaxer, oh

Wave high to the Ritalin regiment
Double S sh_t, swastikas on the letterman, b_tch
Hungry wolves at the door, b_tch, let us in
Kill 'em all, O.F. is what I represent
Say hi to the Ritalin regiment
Double S sh_t, swastikas on the letterman, b_tch
Hungry wolves at the door, b_tch, let us in
Kill 'em all, O.F. is what I represent

[Verse 2:]
Took the van, went snatch her
Oh, you wanna snap this grass? Snap your f_cking jabba
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie Ace for back up like fag
I got class and can't take this b_tch to math, what
Tell the f_cking teacher that this burlap sack is filled
With snacks for after class for the whole class, to snack up
Yeah, right, get over here faster
Cause Earl's a pro rapper but amateur kidnapper

Earl, goddammit, I'm still in my damn pajamas
Waiting on mom to bring me the Aspirin from a trampoline jump
And if I pick her up, I'm humping and I'm f_cking with no lubricant
I'm using spit, piss, vaseline or something, how old is she?
(Seventeen) This b_tch is underage
But I'll have her face off tied and Nicholas Cage
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause I'm low on gas
Aww f_ck it, 'bout to jack off, go catch a f_cking cab
No I'm not lying when I say that brother's all I have
But if you're not dying don't f_cking bother to call me back, I'm sleep


[Bridge: x2]
Kill people, burn sh_t, f_ck school
Odd Future here to steer you to what the f_ck's cool
F_ck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice
Odd Future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

[Verse 3:]
I don't give a f_ck, like a senior citizen
Sh_t and run back to the lab, need assistance from
Sister with the biggest bumbaclot girls
I'm around calves big cause they run a lot and scream, oh
Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius
He ain't touching me like Martin Sheen's penis
Y'all n_ggas ain't clean as my team is meanest
Hitting amputees in the knees, Jesus
Please, just peep the Crystal Method where
I take a f_cking beat, strip it naked then I wreck it
It's no question, Sweatshirt's O.F
And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead b_tch
Hammerhat flyer than a bag of ass
And Jane's a f_cking acrobat, I'll flip her on a mattress
Last straw, f_ck that, I'm who broke the camel's back
Say you want that dope sh_t, welcome to Satan's cabbage patch, b_tch

Told you he can rap, dumb muthaf_cka

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