Couch - Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted But somethin' was always missin' like six digits Lucky seven probably poppa Little *** so they picked on him, hassled him Things changed when I hassled back, so David hit the pavement with this grapple rap Snapple fact: you rather wack While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks Action packed *** squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of *** So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it The Gang of Wolves and creeps and Crips Is deep as Dawson's Creek and *** I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin' Braggin' tell these faggots to stop naggin' Cause them Wolf Gang *** threw them off the bandwagon like Uh, was always *** up and *** witted But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll I got you *** nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin ***' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon Wearin' nothin' but they ***' blast with the matchin' turban I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin' Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon And treat the beat like sanitized nazi ***, I'm a German I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin' From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad *** platter they were servin' My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve So *** hate to do me like it's convict community service This my Zombie Circus, you better get a ***' ticket Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this *** I'm back on my sixty six sick *** Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya She mad as ***, stuck in the back of a black Acura Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh *** you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat While I fill you up with *** from the Wolf Gang team and Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter Oughta eat the *** with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water I grab the saw and sawed her arm off and auctioned it And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the *** ***' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you *** Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the *** of Kelly Clarkson's *** Ironin' you *** now it's time to start some *** Drown your *** in a tub of *** and throw a shark in it Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him Get the Zippo and spark the *** Hop back in the van and then depart the *** Killed him on his own track, the *** shouldn't have started it