Drop - Earl Sweatshirt

I know everyone has their own fucking version of this

But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh

Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits

Her body is a temple, I don’t give a fuck, I’m atheist

Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit

And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it

Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white bitch

Mixed like she moo and chew grass or somethin'

Sorta like the shit, I guess I kinda like my bitch

If she wasn’t a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp

Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit

On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them shits

Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shit

Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain’t icin' shit

Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this

And I’ll show you a faggot 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 fuckin' curb and then they weep

And then they drop, ha-ha

Drop, bitch, drop, drop, drop (Drop, bitch)

The lambs get silenced and the fans get violent

Droppin' lines grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers

Fuckin' 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 passion is

Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit

Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it

I said fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit

Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it

Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her

After a couple drinks and a session of anal sex with her

Like hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya

We the shit, like what you make, them niggas still ain’t fresh as us

Eat a dick, bitch!