Dat Ass (Remix) lyrics

by

Earl Sweatshirt


[Al Savage, Verse 1:]

Eat these words up and take em' with yo vitamins
Pregnant b*tches gettin' crunk, throwing empty Heineken's
A game of violent FIFA, wettin' rappers up with this Oceanic spit

I let my sh*t flow, like gush diarrhea
Wild life patrol, I'm still searchin' for that beaver
I got her pus*y wetter than two skipped rocks
And now she's filled up good, like nerd's tube socks, yo

sh*t so deep that you shallow n*ggas drown
I'm callin' her my queen while she givin' me the crown
Now I'm smokin' on Hawaiian, because they call me Stitch
I love her like a friend, but I f*ck her like a b*tch

I'm rappin' like an attic, I do not plan to stop
Haters turn to bunnies, on my di*k is where they hop
And, I'm killin' n*ggas quickly, like point blank range
Doctors said I'm too sick, I'm spittin' the Mange

Tell me that I'm bogus, I do not even flutter
I'll crack you faggots in the head and straighten up your stutter
I'll chew you n*ggas up, and I spit you faggots out
You're still flamin' harder than an old n*ggas gout, yeah
Got your mind f*cked up, like the ending of Inception
I'm hear to knock you down a peg n*gga no exception
Get the girlies blushin', maybe get to smushin'
I beat the beat so hard, now Mike Tyson's gushin'

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