[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, killing shit
I'm half privileged, think white and have nigger lips
A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
Shit, I'll pass the class when my dad starts giving shits
But as long as our relationship is turdless
I'mma keep burning rubber and f*cking these beats with burnt dick
Who that? Oh, that new coon John Cusack
A Mecca button-up, shop and bring Fubu back
Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zack
Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back?
With no hint, we're egging with no tint
Plus there's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uh
The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her
There's nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her
A little bit of sherm sure provokes the f*cking 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, n*gga