Earl Sweatshirt — Blade

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt] Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, killing shit I'm half-privileged, think white and have n*gger lips A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant Shit, I'll pass a class when my dad starts giving shits But as long as our relationship is turdless I'ma keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dick Who that? Oh, that new-coon John Cusack A Mecca button-up, shouting, "Bring Fubu back" Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack Muzak Odd Future on the do-rag—guess who's back? With no hint, we're egging with no tint Plus, it's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, ugh The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her It's nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in her She started biting 'cause I'm giving cock like it's advice to her Take that, I'm on top like wave caps This is grade-A rap—Domo, bring that bass back, nigga [Outro: Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, the Creator] Um, Domo couldn’t be here, so, uh… We’re just… I don’t like talking. Hu— Ugh! Awww, cuz fell on the floor, cuz! Ayy, call them policemen niggas that, like, help people when they hurt!