Pidgeons - Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt
Thebe Neruda Kgositsile , better known by his stage name Earl Sweatshirt, is an American rapper and member of the Los Angeles-based hip hop collective Odd Future. He is signed to Columbia Records, as well as his own label, Tan Cressida. Earl gained recognition and critical praise for his debut mixtape, Earl. Following its release, he was sent to a boarding school in Samoa by his mother until his eighteenth birthday. On August 20, 2013, he released his debut studio album, Doris.
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Welcome back to class, ***, grab on to your glasses
Odd Future leaving even *** in past tense
Style is patent, the measures is drastic
Either that or they 4/4, some call them fantastic
She called me fantastic, I called her a fat ***
Still kill the ***, put the cat in a casket
The funeral service was *** worthless, so I said a couple words at it
Didn't know her but I'm confirming that she sure gurgled ***
The Odd *** with a spoon in your danimals
As hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupes
Harder than granite, hoes know I'm coming
With the grand force of Van Damme's fist in a damn cannon so
Fans catch us on Animal Planet, tracking hoes
And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa
My *** hates sweaters so she jack it slow
The aftermath proves to be smoother than hairy lacks and oh
Wave high to the Ritalin regiment
Double S ***, swastikas on the Letterman, ***
Hungry wolves at the door, ***, let us in
Kill 'em all, O.F. is what I represent
Took the van, went *** her
Oh, you wanna snap and scratch? Snap your *** jabberwocky
She's a dancer, walkie-talkie Ace for back up like ***
I got class and can't take this *** to math, what
Tell the *** teacher that this burlap sack is filled
With snacks for after class for the whole class to snack up
Yeah, right, get over here faster
Cause Earl's a pro rapper but amateur kidnapper
Earl, goddammit, I'm still in my damn pajamas
Waiting on mom to bring me the Aspirin from a trampoline jump
And if I pick her up, I'm *** and I'm *** with no lubricant
I'm using spit, ***, vaseline or something, how old is she?
(Seventeen) This *** is underage
But I'll have her face off tied and Nicholas caged
But anyway, give me cash ***, cause I'm low on gas
Aww *** it, 'bout to jack off, go catch a *** cab
No I'm not lying when I say that brother's all I have
But if you're not dying don't *** bother to call me back, I'm sleep
Say hi to the Ritalin regiment
Double S ***, swastikas on the Letterman, ***
Hungry wolves at the door, ***, let us in
Kill 'em all, O.F. is what I represent
Kill people, burn ***, *** school
Odd Future here to steer you to what the ***'s cool
*** rules, skate life, ***, write, repeat twice
Odd Future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
I don't give a ***, like a senior citizen
*** and run back to the lab, need assistance from
Sister with the biggest bumbaclot girls
I'm around calves big cause they run a lot and scream, oh
Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius
He ain't touching me like Martin Sheen's ***
Y'all *** ain't clean as my team is meanest
Hitting amputees in the knees, Jesus
Please, just peep the crystal method where
I take a *** beat, strip it naked then I wreck it
It's no question, Sweatshirt's O.F
And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead ***
Hammerhat flyer than a bag of bats
And Jane's a *** acrobat, I'll flip her on a mattress
Last straw, *** that, I'm who broke the camel's back
Say you want that dope ***, welcome to Satan's cabbage patch, ***
Told you he can rap, dumb muthafucka
