Hoarse – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

Gorgeous chrome-plated horse whipHome-making paintings for poor quality porn flicksCourt adjourned and the verdict’s still saucySack swinging like dub-d40 on a door hingeGood lord, walk light like the floor slickLook bored, hoard all mics in a force gripPro-abortion endorsing his own importanceOr leaving opponents floatingwith paper and dirty porcelainPinnacle of titillating crisp spitFist clinched emulating ’68 olympicsRock it from the cradle ’til he middle aged and limp-stickedCoughing from the stable probably indicating spliff’s litDismissed, feel it in that saturated craniumHeavy as insurance off a spanking new laser gunCrazy heart, hazy lung, making art, raking fundsCrowd going dumb like palin’s sonAnd it always follows autumnNo home for the weakNo insurance for your prideJive, niggaAnd it always follows autumnI sit in thought ’til the flow is rightThen throw some d on all available open micsSmoke it right proposing these niggas over wipeMore because I normally toilet bowl with a broken pipeShit, the former soloist who flow was sickThe token sober kid stressed so the role was switchedNow four lokos down the hole and a loaded spliffLook who’s as useless as a broken wristwhen tryna open shitNigga cold is what you need to keep the poultry inResulting in me rolling slick as bottom of the bowling kicksEarly man, you posers know me as the troll throwingMoldy donut holes at your grody ho from his cronies’ whipEating like the kids when you take ’em off ritalinThrowing temper tantrums at the window of your whip againSweeping up the glass to use it as a garnish overTracks damaged like the leg he limping to the barn withChickenshitsTemper ’bout as thick as tips of pencils isMissiles to the picket fenceWho spit as good fingerlickin’ bitch bet, it’s36 Fish netted like the hook was inefficient