earl lyrics – earl sweatshirt


yo, i’m a hot and bothered astronaut crashin’ while
jackin’ off to bufferin’ vids of asher roth eatin’ apple sauce
sent to earth to poke catholics in the *ss 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 screamin’, b*tch: you shouldn’t be that alarmed
when big lips is in the attic armed with an addict’s arm
earl puts the “*ss” in “*ss*ssin”
puts the pieces of decomposin’ bodies in plastic
puts ’em in a pan and mixes it up with scat
then gobbles it like fat black b*tches and catfish
it so happens that i’m so haphazardous
i’ll puke a piece and put it on a hook and f*ckin’ cast the sh*t
i’m askin’ that you f*ggot rap actors take action
and get a hall p*ss for this cl*ss-act sh*t
how the f*ck i fit an axe in a satchel?
slip capsules in a gl*ss, you dizzy rascal
party staff baffled, askin’ where her *ss go
in my room, redefinin’ the meanin’ of black holes
go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust
and b*tts to f*ck and ups to shut and sl*ts to f*ckin’ uppercut
it’s of b*ttercup: go ahead, f*ck with us
without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother f*cked
ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her b*tt
play a song, invade a thong, my d*ck is havin’ guts for lunch
as well as supper; then i’ll rummage through her ruptured c*nt
found the mustard, f*ckin’ nosey neighbors notice somethings up
“what you doin’?” nothin’ much, squish out some other stuff
gotta f*ckin’ bounce, guess the bouncer’s had enough of us

[verse 2]
get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
dopeboyz hatin’ but them f*ggots is a lotta talk
cotton soft p*ssy them odd n*gg*s is molotov
c*cktails, f*ckin’ toss one in your apartment dog
wolf gang we ain’t barkin’, nah
try talkin’ on a blog with your f*ckin’ 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… b*tch”

/ earl sweatshirt lyrics