[Verse 1: Earl] Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted But somethin' was always missin' like six digits Lucky seven probably poppa Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him Things changed when I hassled back, so David hit the pavement with this grapple rap Snapple fact: you rather wack While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it The Gang of Wolves that creeps in crypts As deep as Dawson's Creek and shit I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin' Braggin' tell these faggots to stop naggin' Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like
[Verse 2: Tyler] Uh, was always fucked up as shit with it But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin' Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin' From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin' My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch
[Verse 3: Earl] I'm back on my sixty six sick shit Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh
[Verse 4: Tyler] Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit Fuckin' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it Find Earl laying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him Get the Zippo and spark the shit Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have started itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
