Odd Future - Orange Juice Lyrics
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]So I'm guessin' there's questions that need addressin', huh?Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' 'emHand'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'emSnappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em sonLost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun*****in' chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and doneNo FX, in these doper than sess sessions sonChillin' for a while on a pile of the rest of 'emLet the crowd choose who can *****in' last longerIt's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquerLose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chicaThat we picked up at the last concertPlease, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpelsHe's the junior king standin' out shoutin' on the balconyHow come he's not in counselin'? *****a's loud while he's sound asleepHeard he was dope as Sour D, nigga was Courage cowardly?Stay Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha TeamMr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powderAnd a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters seeNow watch him count the bodies like *****es be countin' calories[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]***** with the Wolves, we startin' to bark viciouslyCatch us in a pile of bodies where dead *****es beBox Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understandThat Bastard was buzzin' like Woody so we get it for freeHad to duct tape the mother goose the mask was offI stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me offHarder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basementCause I've been doin' this since Pooh *****ed Christopher Robin, sonWolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smellyDirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton ginDo not give a ***** I've got the swagger of a virgin's dickBut if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lipSip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirtI munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizardThe favorite nigger turned into Freddy KrugerAnd this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewerFrom the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicksBeat like the brown lip balm that was made for RihannaAll you *****in' bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shitI'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrementThem 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberriesMeka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twinA *****in' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians
