[00:00.00] 作词 : Derrick Johnson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Derrick Johnson
[00:03.42]It's Earl, Mr. Early Bird, gets them girls with curvy curves
[00:07.07]Skate Mental, truck smack a nigga in his Shirley Temple
[00:10.73]Your rhymes rentals, give 'em back to they owners
[00:14.07]At the end of the bar, I spit with the permanence
[00:17.71]Learn I'm a curb stomping person
[00:21.28]Like third strike verdict dropping jaw dropping verses
[00:24.71]This bigger lips in person, nigga spits some burn so urn the shit
[00:28.31]Furnish the flow until my pockets green, Kermit's shit
[00:32.20]The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
[00:35.13]I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass
[00:39.02]So if you thinking about dissing stop thinking it fast
[00:42.65]Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, ho
[00:46.70]The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
[00:49.71]I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass
[00:53.73]So if you thinking about dissing, stop thinking it fast
[00:56.79]Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, b***h
[01:00.60]
[01:01.23]Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
[01:04.41]Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
[01:08.02]Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight?
[01:11.02]Just want to know what you doing, come back
[01:14.78]Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
[01:18.96]Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
[01:22.25]Where you going, what you doing tonight?
[01:25.52]Stop running, where you going, what you doing?
[01:28.94]
[01:29.57]It's Earl, Mr. Lateshift, rapist in training
[01:32.96]Who edge about as straight as some clay closet gay shit
[01:36.49]Ray say hey Earl's a real charming racist
[01:39.94]Your birthday day, have some KK cake b***h
[01:43.68]Habit have it, grab it fast and attack it, nigga
[01:47.31]I'm above average like I'm rapping in the attic, yeah
[01:50.81]I'm crouched in the basement shouting "Couch" is the greatest hit
[01:53.99]Dirty as a b***h is, fans stand in rain for this
[01:57.89]They even stand in sleet season until they ****ing feet bleeding
[02:01.62]Hail and ****ing snow, in hell with ****ing coats
[02:05.23]Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt
[02:08.67]He make them bow down until they mother****ing necks hurt
[02:12.31]Fans proud to stand in sleet season until they ****ing feet bleeding
[02:15.88]Hail and ****ing snow, in hell with ****ing coats
[02:19.75]Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt
[02:22.99]He make them bow down 'til they mother****ing necks hurt
[02:26.59]
[02:27.22]Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
[02:30.62]Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
[02:33.96]Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight?
[02:36.94]Just want to know what you doing, come back
[02:40.67]Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
[02:44.96]Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
[02:48.30]Where you going, what you doing tonight?
[02:51.33]Stop running, where you going, what you doing?
[02:54.94]
[02:56.66]Mr. Deerskin Moccasins is on the ****ing stalk again
[02:58.93]Following and stalking all them larchmont soccer chicks
[03:02.51]Chopping limbs, gnawing legs, through they niggas' stockings
[03:06.09]Him is grandfather sweatshirt, clockin' all them cardigans
[03:09.51]Product of popped rubbers and pops that did not love us
[03:13.04]So when I leave home keep my heart on the top cupboard
[03:16.54]So I will not stutter when I'm shoutin' **** you, son
[03:20.35]Wolf Gang 'bout it, we ain't waitin' 'til the moon come
[03:23.88]Woo son, the moonshine got feelin' loose
[03:27.46]As the puss of a whore who's used to abuse
[03:30.96]My screws pretty loose mind ****ing like the hair-doos
[03:34.80]Of doo-doo mamas, dude I will bear jew you
[03:38.61]You unripe fruit dudes is crews to chew through
[03:42.04]My ****s wash 'em down with a fat carton of yoo-hoo
[03:45.59]Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All **** 'em all
[03:49.64]No lube, it's the crew to get use to, ****ers

作词 : Derrick Johnson
作曲 : Derrick Johnson
It's Earl, Mr. Early Bird, gets them girls with curvy curves
Skate Mental, truck smack a nigga in his Shirley Temple
Your rhymes rentals, give 'em back to they owners
At the end of the bar, I spit with the permanence
Learn I'm a curb stomping person
Like third strike verdict dropping jaw dropping verses
This bigger lips in person, nigga spits some burn so urn the shit
Furnish the flow until my pockets green, Kermit's shit
The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass
So if you thinking about dissing stop thinking it fast
Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, ho
The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass
So if you thinking about dissing, stop thinking it fast
Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, b***h
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight?
Just want to know what you doing, come back
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Where you going, what you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going, what you doing?
It's Earl, Mr. Lateshift, rapist in training
Who edge about as straight as some clay closet gay shit
Ray say hey Earl's a real charming racist
Your birthday day, have some KK cake b***h
Habit have it, grab it fast and attack it, nigga
I'm above average like I'm rapping in the attic, yeah
I'm crouched in the basement shouting "Couch" is the greatest hit
Dirty as a b***h is, fans stand in rain for this
They even stand in sleet season until they ****ing feet bleeding
Hail and ****ing snow, in hell with ****ing coats
Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down until they mother****ing necks hurt
Fans proud to stand in sleet season until they ****ing feet bleeding
Hail and ****ing snow, in hell with ****ing coats
Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down 'til they mother****ing necks hurt
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight?
Just want to know what you doing, come back
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Where you going, what you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going, what you doing?
Mr. Deerskin Moccasins is on the ****ing stalk again
Following and stalking all them larchmont soccer chicks
Chopping limbs, gnawing legs, through they niggas' stockings
Him is grandfather sweatshirt, clockin' all them cardigans
Product of popped rubbers and pops that did not love us
So when I leave home keep my heart on the top cupboard
So I will not stutter when I'm shoutin' **** you, son
Wolf Gang 'bout it, we ain't waitin' 'til the moon come
Woo son, the moonshine got feelin' loose
As the puss of a whore who's used to abuse
My screws pretty loose mind ****ing like the hair-doos
Of doo-doo mamas, dude I will bear jew you
You unripe fruit dudes is crews to chew through
My ****s wash 'em down with a fat carton of yoo-hoo
Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All **** 'em all
No lube, it's the crew to get use to, ****ers