Drop

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own fucking version of this
But no one did it justice, so... here we go, uh

[Verse 1]
Tell your bitch to stop complaining 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco hopes to fucking 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch bash a black and white bitch
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or something
I like the shit, I guess I kinda like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fucking slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shit
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icing shit
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 swerving in the jeep
But 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 fucking curb and then they weep

[Hook]
And then they drop, ha-ha
Drop, bitch, drop, drop, drop (Drop, bitch)

[Verse 2]
Yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get violent
Dropping live grimey like the hands of Odd Tyler's
Fucking Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, ramming 'em, rats get to tattling
Lynn swinging axes at you antonyms of savages
And praying that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fucking the game and shoving daggers through the ass of it
I said, fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fucking the game and shoving daggers through the ass of it
Moving on to a Jessica, planning to make a mess of her
After a couple drinks and a session of anal sex with her
Like hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us

[Outro]
Eat a dick, bitch!