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Earl Sweatshirt lyrics : "Kill"

[Intro:]
Aw, ^!$$% thought he killed me?
Alright, that's cool, we'll see


[Verse 1:]
Strict top of the crop %#@!

Crushin' mutha$#&@as like moths in a mosh pit
Dollar cents, since %#@!, sense I ain't lost it
It's in a $#&@in' jar with guitar picks and bar spit

Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness
$#&@ lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick
Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, (*##$

Earl leave !@$(s with milkiest $$#es
Take a firm standin', nod on the tracklist
Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic

^!$$%s gettin' comfy on the Couch, I ain't havin' it
Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' ^!$$%s on accident


[Hook:]
Just watch, I'm a kill 'em all
Just watch, I'm a kill 'em all

Just watch, I'm a kill 'em all
Just watch, off 'em


[Verse 2:]
Off 'em, no off days, no debates, (*##$
Box logo, switchblade and cocaine

In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation
The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick
Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes

The crowd, go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with
Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it
!@^#gots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK %#@!

Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face
With erasers and use Based God as his replacement
Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings

Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin'

[Hook]


[Verse 3:]
Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's

Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager
And Miley feedin' me sandwiches for my stamina
And Santa's in the back laughin' cause my back's crampin' up

Mrs. Claus trippin' balls, think she had enough
And by enough I mean we dope as $#&@, she had a gram of us
Flyer than your man because I'm lampin' up

At the airport smokin' hash with all the $#&@in' baggage handlers
Flowin' like the mutha$#&@in' aqueducts
Odd Future Wolf Gang, !@$) damagers, (*##$, eat a dick

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