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letra de orange juice - odd future

[verse 1: earl sweatshirt]
so i’m guessin’ there’s questions that need addressin’,
huh?
like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin’ ’em
hand’em tracks, he destined to make a mess of ’em
snappin’ necks and records in matter of seconds check
’em son
lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
f-ckin’ chin-checkin’ punks ’til he’s outta breath and
done
no fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
chillin’ for a while on a pile of the rest of ’em
let the crowd choose who can f-ckin’ last longer
it’s the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack,
conquer
lose least, n-gg-s lost like the last blanca chica
that we picked up at the last concert
please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses
written with scalpels
he’s the junior king standin’ out shoutin’ on the
balcony
how come he’s not in counselin’? f-cka’s loud while
he’s sound asleep
heard he was dope as sour d, n-gg- was courage
cowardly?
stay gold, alchemy, n-gg- we rap’s alpha team
mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder
and a nose full of chowder, he’s choppin’ up all the
doubters see
now watch him count the bodies like b-tches be countin’
calories

[verse 2: tyler the creator]
f-ck with the wolves, we startin’ to bark viciously
catch us in a pile of bodies where dead b-tches be
box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that
understand
that b-st-rd was buzzin’ like woody so we get it for
free
had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off
i stumbled down a hill then i had jill jack me off
harder than my d-ck when taylor swift is in my bas-m-nt
cause i’ve been doin’ this since pooh f-cked
christopher robin, son
wolf gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
dirty rotten n-gg-r picked it from a cotton gin
do not give a f-ck i’ve got the swagger of a virgin’s
d-ck
but if i did it would be bigger than earl’s upper lip
sip sizzurp, supreme on my shizzirt
i munch a bunch of tacos with waverly’s favorite wizard
the favorite n-gg-r turned into freddy kruger
and this that raw sh-t, dead bodies chopped up in the
sewer
from the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the
kicks
beat like the brown lip balm that was made for rihanna
all you f-ckin’ bloggin’ f-ggots yappin’ up that extra
sh-t
i’ll shove b-st-rd down your throat, regurgitate my
excrement
them 2dopeboyz is fairies they’re peter like
boysenberries
meka scary, turn his white -ss to a jim carrey twin
a f-ckin’ sausage fest will them shaky n-gg-s get
married then
2dopeboyz don’t want beef, they’re just overweight
vegetarians

- odd future

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