[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own f****** version of this
But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh
[Verse 1]
Tell your b**** to stop complainin' 'bout her achey t***
Her body is a temple, I don't give a f***, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me b****, she mad because I taped the s***
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em f*****' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty b**** basher, black and white b****
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the s***, I guess I kinda like my b****
If she wasn't a d*** motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license s***
On that take Shake and Meka necks and f*****' slice them s****
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the s***
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' s***
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a f***** that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the jeep
I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the f*****' curb and then they weep
[Hook]
And then they drop, ha-ha
Drop, b****, drop, drop, drop (Drop, b****)
[Verse 2]
Yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' live grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
f*****' Awesome a***nal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' axes at you antonyms of savages
And prayin' that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
f*** that f***** s***, my n***** on that savage s***
f*****' the game and shovin' daggers through the a** of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her
After a couple drinks and a session of a*** s** with her
Like hey there intestines, my c*** is erect next to ya
We the s***, like what you make, them n***** still ain't fresh as us
I know everyone has their own f****** version of this
But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh
[Verse 1]
Tell your b**** to stop complainin' 'bout her achey t***
Her body is a temple, I don't give a f***, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me b****, she mad because I taped the s***
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em f*****' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty b**** basher, black and white b****
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the s***, I guess I kinda like my b****
If she wasn't a d*** motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license s***
On that take Shake and Meka necks and f*****' slice them s****
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the s***
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' s***
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a f***** that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the jeep
I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the f*****' curb and then they weep
[Hook]
And then they drop, ha-ha
Drop, b****, drop, drop, drop (Drop, b****)
[Verse 2]
Yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' live grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
f*****' Awesome a***nal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' axes at you antonyms of savages
And prayin' that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
f*** that f***** s***, my n***** on that savage s***
f*****' the game and shovin' daggers through the a** of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her
After a couple drinks and a session of a*** s** with her
Like hey there intestines, my c*** is erect next to ya
We the s***, like what you make, them n***** still ain't fresh as us