[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
Fixed 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