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pavement - cataracts lyrics

[verse 1: earl]
uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
but somethin’ was always missin’ like six digits
lucky seven probably poppa
little n-gga so they picked on him, h-ssled him
things changed when i h-ssled back, so
david hit the pavement with this grapple rap
snapple fact: you rather wack
while i am poppin’ like a snappin’ crack
so high you could see like tallah-ss, the opposite of cataracts
matter fact i am farmer john milkin’ cattle tracks
action packed nipple squeezin’, boy colder than sniffle season
simple g*nius, go hard and spit bits of s-m-n
so when the street is split, don’t act surprised, agree with it
the gang of wolves that creeps in crypts
as deep as dawson’s creek and sh-t
i pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
i know i got sk!lls, why you think i’m posted boastin’
braggin’ tell these f-ggots to stop naggin’
cause them wolf gang n-ggas threw them off the bandwagon like

[verse 2: tyler]
uh, was always f-cked up as sh-t with it
but i didn’t cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
i got you n-ggas nervous like virgins flirtin’ with uncle mervin
f-ckin’ y’all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
i preach to demons at your church, now i’m the newest sermon
wearin’ nothin’ but they f-ckin’ blast with the matchin’ turban
i drive through white suburbans in the black suburban swervin’
hittin’ curbs and blastin’ erick sermon drunk off english bourbon
i’m stealin’ purses rapin’ nurses i’m a crooked surgeon
and treat the beat like sanitized n-z- p-ssies, i’m a german
i’m squirtin’ while i’m m-st-rbatin’ and regurgitatin’
from eatin’ miley cyrus salad p-ssy platter they were servin’
my only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
so b-tches hate to do me like it’s convict community service
this my zombie circus, you better get a f-ckin’ ticket
odd future wolf gang like they’re filmin’ twilight in this b-tch

[verse 3: earl]
i’m back on my sixty six sick sh-t
flowin’ like the blood out the compet-tion’s slit wrists
she l1ck it up, dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
she mad as f-ck, stuck in the back of a black acura
fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
h-llo heather yellow feathers now you ain’t laughin’, huh

[verse 4: tyler]
b-tch you’re barely breathin’ leavin’ on the back of the boat
while i fill you up with s-m-n from the wolf gang team and
flowin’ like the creampie inside of your daughter
oughta eat the b-tch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
i grab the saw and sawed off her arm and auctioned it
and dip her t–th in gold molds and flossed the sh-t
f-ckin’ awesome spittin’ box of trees, got you n-ggas
shakin’ like it’s parkinsons from the cl-toris of kelly clarkson’s d-ck
ironin’ you n-ggas now it’s time to starch the sh-t
drown your b-tch in a tub of c-m and throw a shark in it
find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
find earl laying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
get the zippo and spark the sh-t
hop back in the van and then depart the b-tch
k!lled him on his own track, the f-ggot shouldn’t have started it

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