Home - Earl Sweatshirt

Self-loathing narcissist

Spittin' crowbars out the back window of cars and shit

And acting like a Klonopin binge, hardening

And switching up the moniker of artists into arsonists

Knock-knock, it’s that prodigal pen-throttle, bitch

Popping like the top of a bottle of hot JavaScript

Rhyme harder than nine joggers with

Shin splints dodging an ornery rhinoceros

Order me my waffles and bother me not, blogger

The option of being modest just walked to where my father went

Ponder how we can holler then spit darker

Than Gotham at six bars in the genre then lick shots

At imposters and miss nada, volatile pig brawler

Is hotter than lit parliament singeing your fucking arm

In the parking lot of a Target, I’m targeted, piss-harboring

Heart dark as that thick parka I slip markers in

Holla if you’ve never been a starter

Spartan kicking jocks and tossing salt at their Ed Hardy shit

Burning chops, talking shit, rocking 28's on a rocket ship

So I could give a fuck about the car you in, nigga

Drool and chew aluminum

Blue 'Preme overalls, jump when the Goombas come

From where you should run, from where the shooters come

Out for cheese with a studio, it’s like a gouda run, it glues to us

Shouts to pigeons that I flew amongst

Mouth deliver poop, it’s spouting mucus from its stupid tongue

Alpha male, got the chickens looser than his cruising trucks

Losers get a Kuma Punch, keep it moving like a puma’s lunch (Thanks James)

And I’m… back

Bye