[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, hold up, hey now
The beast in me is no longer sleeping
It needs to eat emcees
So i let him free
Let him feed peacefully
Until he sees not a beast must drop these seas
But i never let it free fall
I catched it and spit it
I kick sh** that will blow whole districts into tid-bits
With pen in fist
I take tallies, of these scrimmages
Can't call a game
My flavour wicked as witches is
To kids this [?] sicker than syphilis
So sisters and brothers
Grab a shovel and start digging this
Matter-fact, grab a Nikon and picture this
An icon with no a**istance and no a**ist in this
Reminiscing to number one plus twenty-three
My days are sunny
Prestige sweeter than honey bees
Waters are muddy
Im coming running from nothing b
Now im f**ing muffin
Motherf**ers ain't touching me
sh**