Stapleton lyrics

[Intro]
Yo! (BeatBoy Pro- BeatBoy Pro- BeatBoy Pro- BeatBoy Productions)

[Verse 1]
It's Earl, Mr. Early Bird, gets them girls with curvy curves
Skate Mental, truck smack a faggot in his Shirley Temple
Your rhymes rentals, give 'em back to they owners
At the end of the bar, I spit with the permanence
Learn I'm a curb-stomping person
Like third strike verdict dropping jaw-dropping verses
This bigger lips in person, n*gga spits some burn so urn the sh*t
Furnish the flow until my pockets green, Kermit's di*k
The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass
So if you thinking about dissing stop thinking it fast
'Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, ho
The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass
So if you thinking about dissing, stop thinking it fast
'Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, b*tch

[Chorus]
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains (b*tch!)
Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight?
(Stop running, b*tch!)
Just want to know what you doing, come back
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains (b*tch!)
Where you going, what you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going, what you doing? (b*tch!)
[Verse 2]
It's Earl, Mr. Lateshift, rapist in training
Who edge about as straight as some clay closet gay di*k
Ray say hey Earl's a real charming racist
Your birthday day, have some KK cake b*tch
Habit have it, grab it fast and attack it, faggot
I'm above average like I'm rapping in the attic, yeah
I'm crouched in the basement shouting "Couch is the greatest hit"
Dirty as a anus is, fans stand in rain for this
They'd even stand in sleet season until they f*cking feet bleeding
Hail and f*cking snow, in hell with f*cking coats
Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down until they mothaf*cking necks hurt
Fans proud to stand in sleet season 'til they f*cking feet bleeding
Hail and f*cking snow, in hell with f*cking coats
Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down 'til they mothaf*cking necks hurt

[Chorus]
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains (b*tch!)
Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight?
Just want to know what you doing, come back (Please)
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains (b*tch!)
Where you going, what you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going, what you doing? (b*tch!)
[Verse 3]
Mr. Deerskin Moccasins is on the f*cking stalk again
Following and stalking all them larchmont soccer chicks
Chopping limbs, gnawing legs, through they f*ckin' stockings
Him is grandfather sweatshirt, clockin' all them cardigans
Product of popped rubbers and pops that did not love us
So when I leave home keep my heart on the top cupboard
So I will not stutter when I'm shoutin' f*ck you, son
Wolf Gang 'bout it, we ain't waitin' 'til the moon come
Woo son, the moonshine got me feelin' loose
As the puss of a whore who's used to abuse
My screws pretty loose mind f*cked like the hair-doos
Of doo-doo mamas, dude I will bear jew you
You unripe fruit dudes is crews to chew through
My n*ggas wash 'em down with a fat carton of yoo-hoo
Odd Fu-ture Wolf Gang Kill Them All f*ck 'em all
No lube, it's the crew to get used to, faggot