Earl

(álbum: Earl - 2010)

Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while
Jacking off to buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce
Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws
And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off
Twisted sicker than mad cattle, in fact I'm off
Six different liquors with a Prince wig plastered on
Stop screaming, bitch: you shouldn't be that alarmed
When Big Lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm
Earl puts the "ass" in "assassin"
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
Puts 'em in a pan and mixes it up with scat
Then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish
It so happens that I'm so haphazardous
I'll puke a piece and put it on a hook and fucking cast the shit
I'm asking that you faggot rap actors take action
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
How the fuck I fit an axe in a satchel?
Slip capsules in a glass, you dizzy rascal
Party staff baffled, asking where her ass go
In my room, redefining the meaning of black holes
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, I got nuts to bust
And butts to fuck and ups to shut and sluts to fucking uppercut
It's OF buttercup: go ahead, fuck with us
Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked
Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt
Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is having guts for lunch
As well as supper; then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Found the mustard, fucking nosey neighbors notice somethings up
"What you doin'?" Nothing much, squish out some other stuff
Gotta fucking bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us

[Verse 2]
Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
DopeBoyz hating but them faggots is a lotta talk
Cotton soft pussy them Odd niggas is Molotov
Cocktails, fucking toss one in your apartment dog
Wolf Gang we ain't barking, nah
Try talking on a blog with your fucking arms cut off
Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off
The Ace tell Shake's daughter "We're sorry, but papa's gone... bitch"