Cool - Earl Sweatshirt

It’s the pick of the litter

Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers

Yellin' at the trees like hey, hi mister

I’m Life Litter’s official stripe getter

Dig this, I’ll get a shovel and strike sisters

And kick them when the handle starts diggin' in my blisters

Sick, cynical, cyanide spitter

So when I kick rhymes, my victims die quicker

I’m broke, no cheese, my ho’s cracker

Snort third verse of Pigions, I’ll show you a dope rapper

I’ll shit on a nigga with no bladder

Then throw it in his eyes to show him he don’t matter

The night creeper in a nice white Jeep

Here with three white divas who snort and like penis

I’m hotter than at least five heaters

In the middle of the summer with a sleeved wife beater

Pure bred degenerate, gentleman

Little Aryan nigga with hairy clit for dinner

It’s Wolf Gang, triple six, niggas on that simple shit

I’m on a fuckin' spree burnin' bodies in a rental whip

Wolf Gang rad, no bum ass shit

So since the fans laggin', now they’re tryna come back quick

Ask from Dera to Fax, they say fuck that shit

We half African swaggin' of course we run that shit

I been sick, since I was un-mixed and mastered

Blastin' Bastard, screamin' fuck another rapper

O.F.

soldier, Buffalo Bill, don’t think I will

But I’m a gunner for the Bills like Tasker

I’m the cream of the crop

Officers in the trunk with six other cops

No way that I’ll stop, they’ll arrest me after

Fix the scene just to put me on screen like an actor

Shit, no need to tell me I know it’s hot

As weather where them bitches wear bikinis with polka-dots

It’s overly overkill, because my niggas know a lot

About tapin' them, rapin' them, throw them overboard from a yacht

So now they probably hate me but that’s why the fuck I’m here

And you really should man up, there’s no need to be sincere, faggot

Heard that you were queer, why would you fuck with Wolves

That’ll leave you on the ground like your rap career?

So you don’t want it don’t start none

We’re fuckin' Radical, been Fuckin' Awesome

Talked a lotta shit so for words you’re at a loss

Raised enough money just to get someone to kill my boss

Now that’s a fuckin' suit for hire

Hang her higher, light a fire, fuck my former supervisor

I’m the truth, you’re a liar, blue as clues, I inspire

Odd Future muthafucka, I’m your new supplier