Earl Sweatshirt - Nebraska Mm Vs Es Lyrics
Yeah, I'm eatin' shawarma, doing drawings of ChewbaccaBumpin' Flocka, ***** the dramaMarijuana, been as calming as the *****in' Dali LamaYour style common as a little league sponsor, from retarded kids fathersI'm a meetings shaking hands and adding comma's to my net worthTalk about my money, please, some feelings might just get hurtThis the same effect, and less wordsChillin' with this ***** who calls himself SweatshirtThis might be some of my best workLet these *****es dive in, head firstApplyin' pressure when I put together lettersI'm a king, i'm a myth, beat a ***** down with my scepterThese hidden treasures filling better than a million sweaters in AlaskaYour raps are corny as, NebraskaLacka-daisical bars, my throw aways will trash yaHigh as NASA on acetone, acid foamTalking trash like John McEnroeYou a lil *****, that's what the *****in' cabbage patch is forWatch me smack a ho, turn around and catapultUp above my castle's moat, right into my *****in' throneThey like, "damn, Mac, what the ***** you on?"Hell's chariot creepin'Her exposure's indecentRoll is similar to bakers dough, a bun in the ovenKarma couldn't make her save it thoughJust playin' my music, you see I speak to her endangered soulGod's son, dick in the dirt because the manger broke*****, I really go bumpin' tonightWhether wrong or right, we rushing them rightYou know it's never been much for a fightBut I don't really wanna be that nigga, I black outAnd you don't really wanna see that, niggaI mapped out my plan the best that I could to get rich, and put on for the rest of my hoodYou know it make us think revenge when the recipe cookShoot the leader in the head, leave the rest of em' shookI rap better than most these rap veteransWords so real that they had to be said againSpeak sedatives, sedidate and we can set it offPray I never let that weapon offSo before I said what I'm done, so I write easierThat weapon make a peppermint out of that white teeIf you comin' then God speed to you son to meDon't speak to me, quit it, I'm stuntin'Look at me Ma, it's no hand outsSweaty want the dumb cash I'm done with bus ridin'She made the mistake for thinkin' he gave a ***** bout it'Tell him duck down or get drug out the back doorFlow got the mouth, doin' duties like the task forceDoobie and a passport, standing with a path forksQuick to grab your *****'s wrist and get the shit I asks forWayne trashy as *****es and two Garmins, we switchin' through lanesHandling business on my side of the line were they ain't havin' itYou know that sweet talk is cheapNigga's ain't talking, that's regardless what the docket readStockin' stairs, really himFresh from out the piggy penIf I die tonight, then tell my mom I was a pretty *****City burnin
