Cool

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] It's the pick of the litter Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggas Yelling at the trees, like, "Hey, hi, Mister!" I'm Life-Litter's official stripe-getter Dig this: I'll get a shovel and strike sisters And kick 'em when the handle starts digging in my blisters Sick, cynical cyanide spitter So when I kick rhymes, my victims die quicker I'm broke, no cheese, my hoes crackered (Snort third verse, "Pigions") I'll show you a dope rapper I'll shit on a nigga with no bladder Then throw it in his eyes to show him he don't matter The night creeper in a nice white Jeep-er With three white divas who snort and like penis I'm hotter than at least five heaters In the middle of the summer with a sleeved wife-beater Purebred degenerate, gentleman Little Aryan nigga with hairy clit for dinner It's Wolf Gang, triple six, niggas on that simple shit I'm on a fucking spree, burning bodies in a rental whip Wolf Gang rad, no bum-ass shit So since the fans lagging, now they tryna come back quick Ask from 'Dera to Fax (They say, "Fuck that shit!") We half-African swagging—of course we run that shit [Verse 2: Mike G] Yeah, I been sick since I was unmixed and mastered Blastin' Bastard, screaming, "Fuck another rapper!" O.F. soldier, Buffalo Bill Don't think I will, but I'm a gunner for the Bills, like Tasker Ha, I'm the cream of the crop Officers in the trunk with six other cops No way that I'll stop, they'll arrest me after Fix the scene just to put me on screen like an actor Shit, no need to tell me, I know it's hot— As weather where them bitches wear bikinis with polka dots It's overly overkill, because my niggas know a lot 'Bout taping and raping and throwing overboard from a yacht So now, they probably hate me, but that's why the fuck I'm here And you should man up, there's no need to be sincere, faggot Heard that you were queer, so why would you fuck with wolves That'll leave you on the ground like your rap career? Ha, ugh So you don't want it—don't start none We're fuckin' Radical, been Fucking Awesome Talked a lot of shit so, for words, you're at a loss Raised enough money just to get someone to kill my boss Ha, now, that's a fucking "suit for hire" Hang her higher, light a fire, fuck my former supervisor I'm the truth, you a liar, blue as Clues, I inspire Odd Future, motherfucker—I'm your new supplier