Earl Sweatshirt - Couch Featuring Ace Creator

Was always smart mouthed and quick witted But something was always missing like six digits Lucky seven, probably papa Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him Things changed when I hassled back so David hit the pavement with this grapple rap Snapple ? and rather wack While I am talking like I snap ? So high you can see like ? the opposite of cataracts Matter fact I am Farmer John milking cattle tracks Action packed, nipple squeezing Boy colder than sniffle season Simple genius, go hard and spit, this is semen So when the street is spit, don’t act surprised, agree with it A gang of wolves and creeps and crips Is deep as Dawson’s Creek and shit I pray that God gives Either that or grab some floaties I know I got skills, why you think I’m posted boasting? Bragging, tell these faggots to stop nagging Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw em off the bandwagon like [Verse 2] Was always fucked up as shit with it But I didn’t cross the line until the bridge hit it I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirting with uncle Mervin Fucking y’all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent I preach to demons at your church now I’m the newest sermon ? but they fucking ? with the magic turban I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swerving Hitting curbs and blasting ? drunk off ? burbon I’m stealing purses, raping nurses, I won’t quit ? ? sanitized ? I’m a German I’m squirting while I masturbating and regurgitate From eating Miley Cyrus out pussy platter they were serving My only purpose is to jerk it cause I has a curse So bitches hate to do me like it’s convict community service This my zombie circus, you better get a fucking ticket I future Wolf Gang like they forming twilight in this bitch [Verse 3] I’m back on my six to six sick shit Flowing like the blood out the competition’s slit wrist She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back back at ya She mad as fuck stuck in the back of a black Acura Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain’t laughing hun [Verse 4] Bitch you barely breathing, leaving on the back of the boat Where I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and Flowing like the creampie inside your daughter Ought to eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water I grab the saw and saw the arm off and auction it And dip her teeth in gold ? and floss the shit Fucking awesome spitting ? trees got you niggas shaking like it’s Parkinson’s From the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson’s dick I am in you niggas now it’s time to starts the shit Drown your bitch in the tub with cum and throw a shark in it Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it Find EARL laying on the burgundy carpet Pull my knife out, sharpen it (Stab em) Put ? in it, pour unleaded gas on em Get the Zippo and spark the shit Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn’t have started it