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earl sweatshirt - deerskin lyrics

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yo, i’m a hot and bothered astronaut
crashing
while
jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce
sent to earth to poke catholics in the -ss with saws
and knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off
twisted sicker than mad cattle,
in fact i’m off
six different liquors
with a prince wig plastered on
stop screamin’, b-tch: you shouldn’t be that alarmed
when big lips
is in the attic arms
with an addict’s arm
earl puts the “-ss” in “-ss-ssin”
puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
puts them in a pan and mixes it up with scat
then gobbles it like fat black b-tches and catfish
it so happens that i’m so haphazardous
i’ll puke a piece and put it on a hook and f-ckin’ cast the sh-t
i’m askin’ that you f-ggot rap actors take action
and get a hall p-ss for this cl-ss-act sh-t
how the f-ck i fit an axe in a satchel?
slip capsules in a gl-ss, you dizzy rascal
party staff baffled, askin’ where her -ss go
in my room, redefinin’ the meanin’ of black holes
go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust
and b-tts to f-ck
and ups to shut
and sl-ts to f-ckin’ uppercut
it’s of b-ttercup:
go ahead, f-ck with us
without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother f-cked
ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her b-tt
play a song, invade a thong, my d-ck is havin’ guts for lunch
as well as supper; then i’ll rummage through her ruptured c-nt
found the mustard,
f-ckin’ nosey neighbors notice somethings up
“what you doin’?” nothin’ much, would shout out some other stuff
got to f-cking bounce, guess the bouncer’s had enough of us
[verse 2]
get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
dopeboyz hatin’
but them f-ggots is a lotta talk
cotton soft p-ssy
them odd n-gg-s is molotov
c-cktails, f-ckin’ toss one in your apartment dog
wolf gang we ain’t barking, nah
try talkin’ on a blog with your f-ckin’ arms cut off
put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off
the ace
tell shake’s daughter “we’re sorry, but papa’s gone, b-tch”



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