Earl Sweatshirt — Unreleased 2010

[Intro] Yeeeaaah, bitch! Wolfgang Sweatshirt-uh, ho! Bitch! [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Pigeon workers leave the studio wall shitted-up Shit talkin' little fuck, getcha' sista-sister fucked Shit, I hit stripper up we gone pickin' nigga-niggas Stick inside the fuckin' pops, worried, glue them bitches up Rippin' writtens while my nigga splittin'-splittin' blunts Eyes hazey wit' my middle finger up a stripper's cunt Lights down, lit her up, sherm in my sippy cup Ice pickin' cripples 'till I get my pickle rub Catch me-catch me poppin' pimples tellin' bitch's triple sixes Stab-stabbing them with pencils in their temples 'till my dick erupts It's really fuckin' simple, slut, Wolfgang, get with us We about to grab a FULL fista' nuts and lick 'em up Turn it up, fisticuff, givin'-gi-givin' bitches dick to suck Let 'em drink the cum out a fuckin'-fuckin' paper cup Whore's wider than the horse that I'm sniffin' up Leave now if you ain't tryin' get them titties touched