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It's Earl, Mr. Early Bird, gets them girls with curvy curves |
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Skate Mental, truck smack a faggot in his Shirley Temple |
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Your rhymes rentals, give 'em back to they owners |
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At the end of the bar, I spit with the permanence |
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Learn I'm a curb stomping person |
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Like third strike verdict dropping jaw dropping verses |
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This bigger lips in person, nigga spits some burn so urn the shit |
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Furnish the flow until my pockets green, Kermit's dick |
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The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass |
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I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass |
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So if you thinking about dissing stop thinking it fast |
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Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, ho |
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The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass |
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I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass |
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So if you thinking about dissing, stop thinking it fast |
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Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, b*tch |
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Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine |
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Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains |
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Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight? |
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Just want to know what you doing, come back |
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Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine |
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Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains |
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Where you going, what you doing tonight? |
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Stop running, where you going, what you doing? |
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It's Earl, Mr. Lateshift, rapist in training |
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Who edge about as straight as some clay closet gay dick |
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Ray say hey Earl's a real charming racist |
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Your birthday day, have some KK cake b*tch |
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Habit have it, grab it fast and attack it, faggot |
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I'm above average like I'm rapping in the attic, yeah |
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I'm crouched in the basement shouting "Couch" is the greatest hit |
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Dirty as a anus is, fans stand in rain for this |
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They even stand in sleet season until they f**king feet bleeding |
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Hail and f**king snow, in hell with f**king coats |
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Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt |
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He make them bow down until they mothaf**king necks hurt |
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Fans proud to stand in sleet season until they f**king feet bleeding |
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Hail and f**king snow, in hell with f**king coats |
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Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt |
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He make them bow down 'til they mothaf**king necks hurt |
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Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine |
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Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains |
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Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight? |
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Just want to know what you doing, come back |
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Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine |
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Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains |
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Where you going, what you doing tonight? |
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Stop running, where you going, what you doing? |
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Mr. Deerskin Moccasins is on the f**king stalk again |
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Following and stalking all them larchmont soccer chicks |
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Chopping limbs, gnawing legs, through they f**kin' stockings |
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Him is grandfather sweatshirt, clockin' all them cardigans |
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Product of popped rubbers and pops that did not love us |
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So when I leave home keep my heart on the top cupboard |
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So I will not stutter when I'm shoutin' f**k you, son |
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Wolf Gang 'bout it, we ain't waitin' 'til the moon come |
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Woo son, the moonshine got feelin' loose |
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As the puss of a whore who's used to abuse |
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My screws pretty loose mind f**ked like the hair-doos |
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Of doo-doo mamas, dude I will bear jew you |
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You unripe fruit dudes is crews to chew through |
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My niggas wash 'em down with a fat carton of yoo-hoo |
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All f**k 'em all |
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No lube, it's the crew to get use to, faggot |