Earl Sweatshirt - Blade lyrics

Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwin' chairs, k**in' sh** I'm half-privileged, think white and have n******g lips A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant sh**, I'll pa** the cla** when my dad starts givin' sh**s But as long as our relationship is turdless I'ma keep burning rubber and f**ing these beats with burnt dick Who that, oh, that new coon John Cusack A Mecca bu*ton-up, shoutin' 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**in' fight in her She started bitin' cause I'm givin' co*k like it's advice to her Take that, I'm on top like wave caps This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that ba** back, n***a