Pigions – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

[Verse 1: Earl]Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glassesOdd Future leaving even niggas in past tenseStyle is patent, the measures is drasticEither that or they 4:4, some call them fantasticShe called me fantastic, I called her a fat bitchStill kill the pussy, put the cat in a casketThe funeral service was fucking worthless, so I said a couple words at itDidn’t know her but I’m confirming that she sure gurgled dickThe Odd nigga with a spoon in your danimalsAs hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupesHarder than granite, hoes know I’m comingWith the grand force of Van Damme’s fist in a damn cannon soFans catch us on Animal Planet, tracking hoesAnd attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoaMy dick hates sweaters so she jack it slowThe aftermath proves to be smoother than hair relaxer, oh[Hook]Wave high to the Ritalin regimentDouble S shit, swastikas on the Letterman, bitchHungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us inKill ’em all, O.F. is what I representSay hi to the Ritalin regimentDouble S shit, swastikas on the Letterman, bitchHungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us inKill ’em all, O.F. is what I represent[Verse 2]Took the van, went snatch herOh, you wanna snap and scratch? Snap your fucking jabberWocky, she’s a dancer, walkie-talkie Ace for back up like fagI got class and can’t take this bitch to math, whatTell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filledWith snacks for after class for the whole class to snack upYeah, right, get over here fasterCause Earl’s a pro rapper but amateur kidnapper[Tyler]Earl, goddammit, I’m still in my damn pajamasWaiting on mom to bring me the Aspirin from a trampoline jumpAnd if I pick her up, I’m humping and I’m fucking with no lubricantI’m using spit, piss, vaseline or something, how old is she?(Seventeen) This bitch is underageBut I’ll have her face off tied and Nicholas cagedBut anyway, give me cash fag, cause I’m low on gasAww fuck it, about to jack off, go catch a fucking cabNo I’m not lying when I say that brother’s all I haveBut if you’re not dying don’t fucking bother to call me back, I’m sleep[Hook][Bridge]Kill people, burn shit, fuck schoolOdd Future here to steer you to what the fuck’s coolFuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twiceOdd Future young enough to get your priest mouth drool[Verse 3: Earl]I don’t give a fuck, like a senior citizenShit and run back to the lab, need assistance fromSister with the biggest bumbaclot girlsI’m around calves big cause they run a lot and scream, ohPay him some attention, he’s smart and he’s geniusHe ain’t touching me like Martin Sheen’s penisY’all niggas ain’t clean as my team is meanestHitting amputees in the knees, JesusPlease, just peep the crystal method whereI take a fucking beat, strip it naked then I wreck itIt’s no question, Sweatshirt’s OfAnd you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitchHammerhat flyer than a bag of batsAnd Jade’s a fucking acrobat, I’ll flip her on a mattressLast straw, fuck that, I’m who broke the camel’s backSay you want that dope shit, welcome to Satan’s cabbage patch, bitch[Outro: Tyler]Told you he can rap, dumb muthafucka