OFWGKTA - EarlWolf - Orange Juice

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] So I'm guessin' there's questions that need addressin', huh? Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' 'em Hand'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em Snappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun Fuckin' chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done No FX, in these doper than cess sessions son Chillin' for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em Let the crowd choose who can fuckin' last longer It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica That we picked up at the last concert Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels He's the junior king standin' out shoutin' on the balcony How come he's not in counselin'? Fucka's loud while he's sound asleep Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga was Courage cowardly? Stay Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be countin' calories [Verse 2: Tyler the Creator] Fuck with the Wolf, we startin' to bark viciously Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand That Bastard was buzzin' like Woody so we get it for free Had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement Cause I've been doin' this since Pooh fucked Christopher Robin, son Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin Do not give a fuck I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna All you fuckin' bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries Meet the scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then 2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians