Earl Sweatshirt - Orange Juice lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator] Alright, um, Wolf Haley, Odd Future, Wolf Gang n***a You know what, you know f** it I don't even wanna go I'm gonna let my little brother Earl Sweatshirt get on you n***as Hey Earl, hit em [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] So I'm guessin' there's questions that need addressing, huh? Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em Hand'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun f**ing chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em Let the crowd choose who can f**ing last longest It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer Lose least, n***as lost like the last blanca chica That we picked up at the last concert Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony How come he's not in counseling? f**a's loud while he's sound asleep Heard he was dope as Sour D, n***a, was Courage cowardly? Stay Gold, alchemy, n***a we rap's Alpha Team Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see Now watch him count the bodies like b**hes be counting calories [Verse 2: Tyler the Creator] f** with the Wolves, we starting to bark viciously Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead b**hes be Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand That ba*tard was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free Had to duct tape the mother goose; the mask was off I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement Cause I've been doing this since Pooh f**ed Christopher Robinson Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly Dirty rotten n******g picked it from a cotton gin Do not give a f** I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard The favorite n******g turned into Freddy Kruger And this that raw sh**, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna All you f**ing bloggin' f*ggots yappin' up that extra sh** I'll shove ba*tard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries Meka scary, turn his white a** to a Jim Carrey twin A f**in' sausage fest will them shaky n***as get married then 2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians [Outro: Tyler, The Creator] f**ing f*ggots Wolf Gang, k** 'Em All Don't give a f**, litter life Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator I mean, Wolf Haley f**ing radical [Outro: Jasper Dolphin] Haha n***as murdered this sh**, know what I’m saying Odd Future Wolf Gang, know what I’m saying f** them dope f*ggots my n***as We don’t give a f** n***a, we a wolf pack my n***a, we keep you up barking and sh** n***a n***as, little n***as doing it big, know what I’m saying, y'all n***as 40 and sh** still in the game These young n***as come outta nowhere taking out all that sh**, know what I’m saying Give me a iced out motherf**ing Odd Future donut chain, like f** everybody else n***a, Wolf Gang