Polow Da Don - Drop lyrics

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt] I know everyone has their own f**ing version of this But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh [Verse 1] Tell your b**h to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits Her body is a temple, I don't give a f**, I'm atheist Make me stop, make me b**h, she mad because I taped the sh** And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em f**in' 'bate to it Master, master, pretty b**h basher, black and white b**h Mixed like she moo and chew gra** or somethin' Sorta like the sh**, I guess I kinda like my b**h If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp Wolf Gang on that drive without a license sh** On that take Shake and Meka necks and f**in' slice them sh**s Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the sh** Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' sh** Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this And I'll show you a f*ggot 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**in' curb and then they weep [Hook] And then they drop, ha-ha Drop, b**h, drop, drop, drop (Drop, b**h) [Verse 2] The lambs get silenced and the fans get violent Droppin' lines grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers f**in' 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 praying that it damages, your hobby's what my pa**ion is f** that f*ggot sh**, my n***as on that savage sh** f**in' the game and shovin' daggers through the a** of it I said f** that f*ggot sh**, my n***as on that savage sh** f**in' the game and shovin' daggers through the a** of it Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her After a couple drinks and a session of an*l s** with her Like hey there intestines, my co*k is erect next to ya We the sh**, like what you make, them n***as still ain't fresh as us [Outro] Eat a dick, b**h!