(Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt)

Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous

Actually flick cigarette ash at (*##$ ^!$$%s
Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick, and then dash
To Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison

Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
Raquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying that hotter wind in the shade of his maimed innocence

Suitcase scented with haze and fileted sentences
Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up
Tan khakis and antagonists Dan-dappered up

Vagabond, had it since a Padawan
Rapping hot as $#&@ in cattle brands, wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along

Get a nice spanking, new Sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs


(Hook - Tyler, the Creator)


Four deep in a Rover cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, ^!$$%s know that it's the
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G

G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
50 K for the last check
But the Dollar Menu still be on deck, ^!$$% it's the

G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G


(Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt)

Yeah, the Misadventures of a %#@! talker

Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga

Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer
Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster

Stormed off and came straight back like pigs posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic

Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women
Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch

Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose to spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms

Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick
Thought out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint

Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka %#@!

(Hook - Tyler, the Creator)


Posing ^!$$% try to disrespect
Get a $#&@ing thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause it's the

G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking like I ain't make

A quarter million off of socks, ^!$$%, cause it's the
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G