Blade lyrics

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, killing sh*t
I'm half-privileged, think white and have n*gger lips
A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
sh*t, I'll pass a class when my dad starts giving sh*ts
But as long as our relationship is turdless
I'ma keep burning rubber and f*cking these beats with burnt di*k
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 sits, 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 f*cking fight in her
She started biting 'cause I'm giving c*ck 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, n*gga

[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, the Creator]
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 n*ggas that, like, help people when they hurt!