Couch

[Verse 1: Earl]

Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Lucky seven probably poppa

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 fact: you rather wack

While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack

So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts

Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season

Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen

So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it

The Gang of Wolves and creeps and Crips

Is deep as Dawson's Creek and shit

I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties

I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin'

Braggin' tell these faggots to stop naggin'

Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

[Verse 2: Tyler]

Uh, was always fucked up as shit with it

But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin

Fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 nazi pussies, I'm a German

I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'

From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin'

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch

[Verse 3: Earl]

I'm back on my sixty six sick shit

Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists

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 laughin', huh

[Verse 4: Tyler]

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Fuckin' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas

Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it

Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it

Find Earl lying 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 shit

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have started it