Orange Juice

Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator] Yeah, yeah, ha Alright, um, Wolf Haley, Odd Future, Wolf Gang, nigga You know what? You know what? Fuck it I don't even wanna go I'm gonna let my little brother Earl Sweatshirt get on you niggas Hey Earl, hit em [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] So I'm guessing there's questions that need addressing, huh? Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em Hand 'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds, check 'em son Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun Fucking chin-checking punks 'til he's outta breath and done No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer It's the rap monger, rap monster, Earl Sweat, attack, conquer Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica That we picked up at the last concert Please, get out your seat, get out your seat, verses written with scalpels He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony How come he's not in counseling? Fucker's loud while he's sound asleep Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga, was Courage cowardly? Stay gold, alchemy, nigga, we rap's Alpha-Team Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder And a nose full of chowder, he's chopping up all the doubters see Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Fuck with the Wolves, we starting to bark viciously Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand That Bastard was buzzing 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 dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement 'Cause I've been doing this since Pooh fucked Christopher Robinson Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin Do not give a fuck, I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick 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 nigga turned into Freddy Krueger And this that raw shit, 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 fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies, they're Peter like boysenberries Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then 2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians [Outro: Tyler, The Creator & Jasper Dolphin] (Yeah!) Fucking faggots Wolf Gang, kill 'em all Don't give a fuck, litter life Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator I mean, Wolf Haley Fucking radical Haha! Niggas murdered this shit, know what I'm saying? Odd Future Wolf Gang, know what I'm saying? Fuck them dope faggots, my niggas We don't give a fuck nigga We a wolf pack my nigga, we keep you up barking and shit, nigga Niggas— Little niggas doing it big, know what I'm saying, y'all niggas is like fourty and shit, still in the game These young niggas come outta nowhere, taking out all that shit, know what I'm saying Give me a iced out motherfucking Odd Future donut chain, like fuck everybody else nigga, Wolf Gang