[Verse 1: Earl]
Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick with it
But something was always missing like six digits
Lucky seven probably poppa
Little nigga saw they picked on him hassled him
Things changed when I hassled back, so
David hit the pavement with this Grapple rap
Snapple fact, you rather wack
While I am popping like a snapping crack
So (?) you could see like tallahasse, the opposite of cataracts
Matter fact I am Farmer John milking cattle tracks
Action packed nipple squeezing, boycotting this sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard as spit, this is semen
So when the street is split
Don't act surprised, agree with it
The Gang of Wolves and creeps and crips
Is deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you think I'm post to boasting
Bragging tell this faggots to stop nagging
Cause them Wolf Gang niggas throw them off the bandwagon like

[Verse 2: Tyler]
Uh, was always fucked up and shit with it
But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it.. True
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
Wearing nothing but they fucking (?) with their magic turbant
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swerving
Hitting curving and blasting every sermon drunk off English Bourbon
I'm stealing purses raping nurses I'm a quick consierge
And true to beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German
I'm squirting while I'm masturbating and regurgitating
From eating miley cyrus salad pussy platter they were serving
My only purpose is to jerk it cause I has a curse
So bitches hate to do me like ex-convict community service
This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fucking ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filming Twilight in this bitch

[Verse 3: Earl]
I'm back on my sixty six six shit
Flowing like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, and spit it back, back at ya
She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura
Fed her ass and now the ducktape quacks back at her
Hello at the yellow feathers now you ain't laughing, huh

[Verse 4: Tyler]
Bitch you're barely breathing living on the back of the boat
While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang teaming
Flowing like the creampie aside of your daughter
Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and sawed her arm off and auction it
And different teeth and gold and floss the shit
Fucking awesome spitting box of trees, got you niggas
Shaking like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's tit
Ironin you niggas now it's time to start some shit
Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put an arch on it, pour a liter of gas on him
Hit 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


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  • 0
    Lyric CorrectionIt's Quick-witted, not quick with it, at the very beginning
    Brodelayon December 15, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General CommentMore corrections:

    Wearing nothing but they (?) with a matching* turban

    "and dip* her teeth" instead of "and different teeth"



    pbwlfon February 28, 2011   Link
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    General CommentI don't know if anyone else has noticed Earl's burgundy carpet coming up as some sort of running theme in various odd future songs? Must be great
    velvetvoiceson March 27, 2011   Link
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    General CommentFixed minor errors from the posted version

    [Verse 1: Earl]
    Uh, was always smart mouthed and quick-witted
    But something was always missing like six digits
    Lucky seven probably poppa' 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 fact, you rather wack
    While I am popping like I'm snapping crack
    So Odd you could see like Tallahasse, the opposite of cataracts
    Matter fact I am Farmer John milking cattle tracks
    Action packed, nipple squeezing
    Boy cold and this sniffle season
    Simple genius, go hard as spit, this is semen
    So when the street is split
    Don't act surprised, agree with it
    The Gang of Wolves and creeps and Crips
    Is deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
    I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
    I know I got skills, why you think I'm 'pposed to boasting,
    Braggin',
    Tell these faggots to stop naggin'
    Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw 'em off the bandwagon like

    [Verse 2: Tyler]
    Uh, was always fucked up and shit-witted
    But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it
    Trolls.
    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
    Wearing nothing but they fucking BLAST with the matchin' turban
    I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swerving
    Hitting curving and blasting every sermon drunk off English Bourbon
    I'm stealing purses, raping nurses, I'm a quick conciergent(?)
    And true to beat like sanitized nazi puss, I'm a German
    I'm squirting while I'm masturbating and regurgitating
    From eating Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were serving
    My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
    So bitches hate to do me like ex-convict community service
    This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fucking ticket
    Odd Future Wolf Gang like they filming Twilight in this bitch

    [Verse 3: Earl]
    I'm back on my sixty six six shit
    Flowing like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
    She lick it up, Dracula, and spit it back, back at ya
    She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura
    Fed her ass and now the ducktape quacks back at her
    Hello Heather Yellow-feathers now you ain't laughing, huh?

    [Verse 4: Tyler]
    Bitch you're barely breathing leaving on the back of the boat
    While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang teaming
    Flowing like the creampie inside of your daughter
    Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
    I grab the saw and sawed her arm off and auctioned it
    And different teeth and gold and floss the shit
    Fucking awesome spitting box of trees, got you niggas
    Shaking like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick
    Ironin' you niggas now it's time to start some shit
    Drown your bitch in a tub of 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 him
    Put an arch in it, pour a liter of gas on him
    Hit 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
    nefittyon April 10, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commentpretty sure it's "boy colder than sniffle season"
    iiiusionon June 25, 2011   Link

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