”They asked us to stop playing so rough outta courtesy
And if I were to stay in my lane, I swerve purposely
I spit fire, burns in the third degree
Every line is turpentine to these herb serpentines
Snakes in the grass, for all you dumbasses
Fair fax bastards, rockin’ nerd glasses
I dominate, y’all denominate fractions
I relapse back to spittin’ crack like chapped lips
Chasin’ pavements ‘til the day of amazin’ payment
Success is the fragrance on my Bathin’ Ape apron
Pull your face up out your anus and face this
Darth invade your playlist, you cannot evade this
Closed case, you’re makeshift, I make hits
You make shit, you crave this, this greatness
You can’t attain us like bad grades for Asians
I’m grade A list, lick the speaker, you could taste it”
Earl is un-fucking touchable
