Unreleased 2010 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeeeaaah, b*tch!
Wolfgang
Sweatshirt-uh, ho!
b*tch!

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Pigeon workers leave the studio wall sh*tted-up
sh*t talkin' little f*ck, getcha' sista-sister f*cked
sh*t, I hit stripper up we gone pickin' n*gga-n*ggas
Stick inside the f*ckin' pops, worried, glue them b*tches up

Rippin' writtens while my n*gga splittin'-splittin' blunts
Eyes hazey wit' my middle finger up a stripper's c*nt
Lights down, lit her up, sherm in my sippy cup
Ice pickin' cripples 'till I get my pickle rub

Catch me-catch me poppin' pimples tellin' b*tch's triple sixes
Stab-stabbing them with pencils in their temples 'till my di*k erupts
It's really f*ckin' simple, sl*t, Wolfgang, get with us
We about to grab a FULL fista' nuts and lick 'em up

Turn it up, fisticuff, givin'-gi-givin' b*tches di*k to suck
Let 'em drink the c*m out a f*ckin'-f*ckin' paper cup
Whore's wider than the horse that I'm sniffin' up
Leave now if you ain't tryin' get them titties touched