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earl sweatshirt - pigeons lyrics

“pigeons”
(feat. tyler the creator)

[verse 1:]
welcome back to cl-ss, b-tch, grab on to your gl-sses
odd future leaving even n-gg-s in past tense
style is patent, the measures is drastic
either that or they 4: 4, some call them fantastic
she called me fantastic, i called her a fat b-tch
still kill the p-ssy, put the cat in a casket
the funeral service was f-cking worthless, so i said a couple words at it
didn’t know her but i’m confirming that she sure gurgled d-ck
the odd n-gg- with a spoon in your danimals
as hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupes
harder than granite, hoes know i’m coming
with the grand force of van damme’s fist in a d-mn cannon so
fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes
and attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa
my d-ck hates sweaters so she jack it slow
the aftermath proves to be smoother than hair relaxer, oh

[hook:]
wave high to the ritalin regiment
double s sh-t, swastikas on the letterman, b-tch
hungry wolves at the door, b-tch, let us in
kill ’em all, o.f. is what i represent
say hi to the ritalin regiment
double s sh-t, swastikas on the letterman, b-tch
hungry wolves at the door, b-tch, let us in
kill ’em all, o.f. is what i represent

[verse 2:]
took the van, went sn-tch her
oh, you wanna snap this gr-ss? snap your f-cking jabba
wocky, she’s a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like f-g
i got cl-ss and can’t take this b-tch to math, what
tell the f-cking teacher that this burlap sack is filled
with snacks for after cl-ss for the whole cl-ss, to snack up
yeah, right, get over here faster
cause earl’s a pro rapper but amateur kidnapper

[tyler:]
earl, goddammit, i’m still in my d-mn pajamas
waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump
and if i pick her up, i’m humping and i’m f-cking with no lubricant
i’m using spit, p-ss, vaseline or something, how old is she?
(seventeen) this b-tch is underage
but i’ll have her face off tied and nicholas cage
but anyway, give me cash f-g, cause i’m low on gas
aww f-ck it, ’bout to jack off, go catch a f-cking cab
no i’m not lying when i say that brother’s all i have
but if you’re not dying don’t f-cking bother to call me back, i’m sleep

[hook]

[bridge: x2]
kill people, burn sh-t, f-ck school
odd future here to steer you to what the f-ck’s cool
f-ck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice
odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

[verse 3:]
i don’t give a f-ck, like a senior citizen
sh-t and run back to the lab, need -ssistance from
sister with the biggest b-mbaclot girls
i’m around calves big cause they run a lot and scream, oh
pay him some attention, he’s smart and he’s genius
he ain’t touching me like martin sheen’s p-n-s
y’all n-gg-s ain’t clean as my team is meanest
hitting amputees in the knees, jesus
please, just peep the crystal method where
i take a f-cking beat, strip it naked then i wreck it
it’s no question, sweatshirt’s o.f
and you can tell by the chiseled h-rns on my forehead b-tch
hammerhat flyer than a bag of -ss
and jane’s a f-cking acrobat, i’ll flip her on a mattress
last straw, f-ck that, i’m who broke the camel’s back
say you want that dope sh-t, welcome to satan’s cabbage patch, b-tch

[outro:]
told you he can rap, dumb m-th-f-cka

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