Couch - Earl Sweatshirt/Tyler, The Creator.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Derrick Johnson
[00:00.15] 作曲 : Derrick Johnson
[00:00.30]Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
[00:05.30]But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
[00:09.16]Lucky seven probably poppa
[00:10.86]Little b*****s so they picked on him, hassled him
[00:14.00]Things changed when I hassled back, so
[00:16.66]David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
[00:19.27]Snapple fact: you rather wack
[00:21.08]While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
[00:23.71]So high you could see like Ta***hass, the opposite of cataracts
[00:28.05]Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks
[00:31.52]Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
[00:35.16]Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen
[00:38.60]So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it
[00:42.26]The Gang of Wolves that creeps in crypts
[00:44.53]As deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
[00:45.76]I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
[00:49.26]I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin'
[00:52.87]Braggin' tell these ****ers to stop naggin'
[00:56.18]Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like
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[01:00.47]Uh, was always ****ed up as shit with it
[01:05.43]But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
[01:10.89]I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
[01:14.60]****ing y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
[01:17.37]I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
[01:21.29]Wearin' nothin' but they ****ing blast with the matchin' turban
[01:24.81]I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin'
[01:28.55]Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon
[01:31.68]I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon
[01:35.34]And treat the beat like sanitized n**i p***ies, I'm a German
[01:39.03]I'm s****tin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
[01:42.42]From eating Miley Cyrus salad b***h platter they were servin'
[01:45.92]My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
[01:49.34]So b*****s hate to do me like it's convict community service
[01:52.84]This my Zombie Circus, you better get a ****ing' ticket
[01:56.63]Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filming Twilight in this shit
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[02:00.47]I'm back on my sixty six sick shit
[02:03.63]Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
[02:07.03]She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
[02:10.45]She mad as ****, stuck in the back of a black Acura
[02:14.00]Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
[02:17.32]Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh
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[02:21.74]B***h you're barely breathing leaving on the back of the boat
[02:24.66]While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
[02:28.16]Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter
[02:31.84]Oughta eat the shit with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
[02:35.40]I grab the saw and sawed off her arm and auctioned it
[02:38.87]And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
[02:41.95]****ing' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
[02:44.28]Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the c******s of Kelly Clarkson's c**t
[02:49.29]Ironin' you mother****ers now it's time to starch the shit
[02:52.12]Drown your b***h in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
[02:55.51]Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
[02:58.93]Find Earl laying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
[03:04.32]Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
[03:08.18]Get the Zippo and spark the shit
[03:09.64]Hop back in the van and then depart the b***h
[03:12.44]Killed him on his own track, the f****t shouldn't have started it