Earl Sweatshirt Couch song lyrics
Feat Tyler, The Creator Earl Sweatshirt Couch song lyrics
Was always smart mouthed and quick witted
But something was always missing like six digits
Lucky seven, probably papa
Little n***a 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 While I am popping like Krackle snap
So high you can see like? the opposite of cataracts
Matter fact I am Farmer John milking cattle tracks
Action packed, nipple squeezing
Boy colder than sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard and spit, this is semen
So when the street is spit, don't act surprised, agree with it
A gang of wolves and creeps and crips
Is deep as Dawson's Creek and s**t
I pray that God gives
Either that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boasting?
Bragging, tell these f*****s to stop nagging
Cause them Wolf Gang n****s threw em off the bandwagon like
Was always fucked up as s**t with it
But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it
I got you n****s nervous like virgins flirting with uncle Mervin
f*****g y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I preach to demons at your church now I'm the newest sermon
but they f*****g? with the magic turban
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swerving
Hitting curbs and blasting Eric Sermon drunk off English bourbon
I'm stealing purses, raping nurses, I won't quit?? sanitized? I'm a German
I'm squirting while I masturbating and regurgitate
From eating Miley Cyrus out p***y platter they were serving
My only purpose is to jerk it cause I has a curse
So b*****s hate to do me like it's convict community service
This my zombie circus, you better get a f*****g ticket
I future Wolf Gang like they forming twilight in this b***h
I'm back on my six to six sick s**t
Flowing like the blood out the competition's slit wrist
She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back back at ya
She mad as f**k 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 laughing hun
b***h you barely breathing, leaving on the back of the boat
Where I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowing like the creampie inside your daughter
Ought to eat the b***h with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and saw the arm off and auction it
And dip her teeth in gold? and floss the s**t
f*****g awesome spitting? trees got you n****s shaking like it's Parkinson's
From the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's d**k
I am in you n****s now it's time to starts the s**t
Drown your b***h in the tub with cum and throw a shark in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
Find EARL laying on the burgundy carpet
Pull my knife out, sharpen it (Stab em)
Put? in it, pour unleaded gas on em
Get the Zippo and spark the s**t
Hop back in the van and then depart the b***h
Killed him on his own track, the f****t shouldn't have started it