[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own fucking version of this
But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh

[Verse 1]
Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white bitch
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or somethin'
Sorta like the shit, I guess I kinda like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shit
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the jeep
I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then they weep

[Hook]
And then they drop, ha-ha
Drop, bitch, drop, drop, drop (Drop, bitch)

[Verse 2: Kidd.CYNICAL]
It’s the mag spurter
Who come attacking with battle axes attached to his fucking back react and then catch a slash
First name Jason last name Voorhees
Take core beats and wreck them until the whore bleeds
I'm a nomad captain with bad habits of rapping
Plastic wrap faggots and hand them off to the maggots in burlap sacks again
Shoulder strap blast in his ass and then take a nap again
Said I'm a nomad captain with bad habits of rapping
Plastic wrap faggots and hand them off to the maggots in burlap sacks again
Shoulder strap blast in his ass and then take a nap again