Earl

Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut

Crashing while jacking off

To buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce

Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws

And knock blunt ashes into their caskets, and laugh it off

Twisted, sicker than mad cattle, in fact I'm off

Six different liquors, with a Prince wig plastered on

Stop screaming, b*tch, you shouldn't be that alarmed

When Big Lips is in the attic, armed with an addict's arm

Earl puts the "ass" in "assassin"

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Puts them in a pan and mixes it up with scat

Then gobbles it like fat black b*tches and catfish

It so happens that I'm so haphazardous

I'll puke a piece and put it on a hook and f**king cast the shit

I'm askin' that you faggot rap actors take action

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

How the f**k I fit an axe in a satchel?

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Party staff baffled, asking where her ass go

In my room, redefining the meaning of black holes

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, I got nuts to bust

And butts to f**k and ups to shut and sluts to f**kin' uppercut

It's O.F., buttercup; go ahead, f**k with us

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother f**ked

Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt

Play a song, invade her thong

My dick is having guts for lunch, as well as supper

Then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Found the mustard

F**king nosey neighbors notice something's up

"What you doing?" – nothing much

Would shout some other stuff

Got to f**king bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us

Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off

DopeBoyz hating, but them faggots is a lot of talk

Cotton soft pussy, them Odd niggas is Molotov

Cocktails; f**king toss one in your apartment, dog

Wolf Gang, we ain't barking, nah

Try talking on a blog with your f**king arms cut off

Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off

The Ace tell Shake's daughter

"We're sorry, but papa's gone, b*tch!"