[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own f*cking version of this
But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh

[Verse 1]
Tell your b*tch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a f*ck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me b*tch, she mad because I taped the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em f*ckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty b*tch basher, black and white b*tch
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or someethin'
Sorta like the shit, I guess I kinda like my b*tch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and f*ckin' slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shit
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot 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*ckin' curb and then they weep

[Hook]
And then they drop, ha-ha
Drop, b*tch, drop, drop, drop (Drop, b*tch)

[Verse 2]
Yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' live grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
F*ckin' Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Limbs swingin' axes at you antonyms of savages
And prayin' that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
F*ck that faggot shit, my n*ggas on that savage shit
F*ckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her
After a couple drinks and a session of anal sex with her
Like hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, them n*ggas still ain't fresh as us

[Outro]
Eat a dick, b*tch!