Earl Sweatshirt - Stapleton Lyrics
[Verse 1:]It's Earl, Mr. Early Bird, gets them girls with curvy curvesSkate mental truck, smack a faggot in his shirley templeYour rhymes rentals, give 'em back to they ownersAt the end of the bar, I spit with the permanentsLearn I'm a curb stoppin' personLike third strike verdict droppin' jaw droppin' versesThis bigger lips in person, nigga spits some ball's Ernie shitFurnish the flow until my pockets green, Kermit's dickThe Ms. Piggy's with a string in they assI control like 'em like your eyes when I'm takin' a glassSo if you thinkin' 'bout this then stop thinkin' it fastCause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, hoThe Ms. Piggy's with a string in they assI control like 'em like your eyes when I'm takin' a glassSo if you thinkin' 'bout this then stop thinkin' it fastCause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, *****[Hook:]Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraneDon't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stainsWait, where you goin', what you doin' tonight?Just wanna know what you doin', come backTell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraneDon't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stainsWhere you goin', what you doin' tonight?Stop runnin', where you goin', what you doin'?[Verse 2:]It's Earl, Mr. Lateshift Rapist in trainin'Who edge 'bout as straight as some clay-closet gay dickRay say hey Earl's a real charming racistYour birthday day, have some KK cake *****Habit have it, grab it fast and attack it, faggotI'm above average like I'm rappin' in the attic, yeahI'm crouched in the basement shoutin' "Couch" is the greatest hitDirty as the anus is, fans stand in rain for thisThey even stand in sleet season 'til they *****in' feet bleedin'Hail and *****in' snow in hell with *****in' coatsProbably wear more layers, there's only one SweatshirtHe make 'em bow down 'til they mutha*****in' necks hurtFans probably stand in sleet season 'til they *****in' feet bleedin'Hail and *****in' snow in hell with *****in' coatsProbably wear more layers, there's only one SweatshirtHe make 'em bow down 'til they mutha*****in' necks hurt[Hook][Verse 3:]Mr. Deerskin Moccasins is on the *****in' stalk againFollowin' and stalkin' all them larchmont soccer chicksChoppin' limbs, knawin' legs, through they *****in' stockingsHim his grandfather sweatshirt, clockin' all them cardigansProduct of popped rubbers and pops that did not love usSo when I leave home keep my heart on the top cupboardSo I will not stutter when I'm shoutin' ***** you, sonWolf Gang 'bout it, we ain't waitin' 'til the moon comeWoo son, the moonshine got feelin' looseAs the puss of a whore who's used to abuseMy screws pretty loose mind *****ed like the hair-doosOf doo-doo mamas, dude I will bear jew youYou unripe fruit dudes is crews to chew throughMy niggas wash 'em down with a fat carton of yoo-hooOdd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All ***** 'em allNo lube, it's the crew to get use to, faggot
