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Earl Sweatshirt

Kill

 

Kill

(专辑: Earl - 2010)


[Intro]
Aw, nigga thought he killed me?
Alright, that's cool, we'll see

[Verse 1]
Strict top of the crop shit
Crushing muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit
Dollar cents, since shit, sense I ain't lost it
It's in a fucking jar with guitar picks and bar spit
Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness
Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick
Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch
Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses
Take a firm standing, nod on the tracklist
Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic
Niggas getting comfy on the Couch, I ain't having it
Kicking gluteus maximus, killing niggas on accident

[Hook]
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, off 'em

[Verse 2]
Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch
Box logo, switchblade and cocaine
In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation
The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick
Ripping out braids with bare hands amazes
The crowd, go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with
Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it
Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit
Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face
With erasers and use Based God as his replacement
Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings
Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decaying

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's
Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager
And Miley feeding me sandwiches for my stamina
And Santa's in the back laughing cause my back's cramping up
Mrs. Claus tripping balls, think she had enough
And by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us
Flyer than your man because I'm lamping up
At the airport smoking hash with all the fucking baggage handlers
Flowing like the muthafucking aqueducts
Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch, eat a dick

完毕

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