[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own f*cking version of this
But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh
[Verse 1]
Tell your b*tch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a f*ck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me b*tch, she mad because I taped the sh*t
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em f*ckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty b*tch basher, black and white b*tch
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or somethin'
Sorta like the sh*t, I guess I kinda like my b*tch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license sh*t
On that take Shake and Meka necks and f*ckin' slice them sh*ts
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the sh*t
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' sh*t
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the jeep
I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the f*ckin' curb and then they weep
[Hook]
And then they drop, ha-ha
Drop, b*tch, drop, drop, drop (Drop, b*tch)
[Verse 2: Kidd.CYNICAL]
It’s the mag spurter
Who come attacking with battle axes attached to his f*cking back react and then catch a slash
First name Jason last name Voorhees
Take core beats and wreck them until the whore bleeds
I'm a nomad captain with bad habits of rapping
Plastic wrap faggots and hand them off to the maggots in burlap sacks again
Shoulder strap blast in his ass and then take a nap again
Said I'm a nomad captain with bad habits of rapping
Plastic wrap faggots and hand them off to the maggots in burlap sacks again
Shoulder strap blast in his ass and then take a nap again