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  • Текст песни Earl Sweatshirt - Couch Featuring Ace Creator

    Исполнитель: Earl Sweatshirt
    Название песни: Couch Featuring Ace Creator
    Дата добавления: 30.05.2016 | 22:42:41
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    Was always smart mouthed and quick witted
    But something was always missing like six digits
    Lucky seven, probably papa
    Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
    Things changed when I hassled back so
    David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
    Snapple ? and rather wack
    While I am talking like I snap ?
    So high you can see like ? the opposite of cataracts
    Matter fact I am Farmer John milking cattle tracks
    Action packed, nipple squeezing
    Boy colder than sniffle season
    Simple genius, go hard and spit, this is semen
    So when the street is spit, don’t act surprised, agree with it
    A gang of wolves and creeps and crips
    Is deep as Dawson’s Creek and shit
    I pray that God gives
    Either that or grab some floaties
    I know I got skills, why you think I’m posted boasting?
    Bragging, tell these faggots to stop nagging
    Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw em off the bandwagon like

    [Verse 2]

    Was always fucked up as shit with it
    But I didn’t cross the line until the bridge hit it
    I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirting with uncle Mervin
    Fucking y’all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
    I preach to demons at your church now I’m the newest sermon
    ? but they fucking ? with the magic turban
    I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swerving
    Hitting curbs and blasting ? drunk off ? burbon
    I’m stealing purses, raping nurses, I won’t quit ?
    ? sanitized ? I’m a German
    I’m squirting while I masturbating and regurgitate
    From eating Miley Cyrus out pussy platter they were serving
    My only purpose is to jerk it cause I has a curse
    So bitches hate to do me like it’s convict community service
    This my zombie circus, you better get a fucking ticket
    I future Wolf Gang like they forming twilight in this bitch

    [Verse 3]

    I’m back on my six to six sick shit
    Flowing like the blood out the competition’s slit wrist
    She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back back at ya
    She mad as fuck stuck in the back of a black Acura
    Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
    Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain’t laughing hun

    [Verse 4]

    Bitch you barely breathing, leaving on the back of the boat
    Where I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
    Flowing like the creampie inside your daughter
    Ought to eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
    I grab the saw and saw the arm off and auction it
    And dip her teeth in gold ? and floss the shit
    Fucking awesome spitting ? trees got you niggas shaking like it’s Parkinson’s
    From the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson’s dick
    I am in you niggas now it’s time to starts the shit
    Drown your bitch in the tub with cum 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 em)
    Put ? in it, pour unleaded gas on em
    Get the Zippo and spark the shit
    Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
    Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn’t have started it

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