Couch

Couch Lyrics

Song Couch
Artist Earl Sweatshirt
Artist Tyler, The Creator
Album Earl
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[00:00.30] Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
[00:05.30] But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
[00:09.16] Lucky seven probably poppa
[00:10.86] Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
[00:14.00] Things changed when I hassled back, so
[00:16.66] David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
[00:19.27] Snapple fact: you rather wack
[00:21.08] While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
[00:23.71] So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts
[00:28.05] Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks
[00:31.52] Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
[00:35.16] Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen
[00:38.60] So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it
[00:42.26] The Gang of Wolves that creeps in crypts
[00:44.53] As deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
[00:45.76] I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
[00:49.26] I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin'
[00:52.87] Braggin' tell these faggots to stop naggin'
[00:56.18] Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like
[00:59.97]
[01:00.47] Uh, was always fucked up as shit with it
[01:05.43] But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
[01:10.89] I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
[01:14.60] Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
[01:17.37] I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
[01:21.29] Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban
[01:24.81] I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin'
[01:28.55] Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon
[01:31.68] I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon
[01:35.34] And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German
[01:39.03] I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
[01:42.42] From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin'
[01:45.92] My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
[01:49.34] So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
[01:52.84] This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
[01:56.63] Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch
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[02:00.47] I'm back on my sixty six sick shit
[02:03.63] Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
[02:07.03] She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
[02:10.45] She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura
[02:14.00] Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
[02:17.32] Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh
[02:21.34]
[02:21.74] Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
[02:24.66] While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
[02:28.16] Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter
[02:31.84] Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
[02:35.40] I grab the saw and sawed off her arm and auctioned it
[02:38.87] And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
[02:41.95] Fuckin' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
[02:44.28] Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick
[02:49.29] Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
[02:52.12] Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
[02:55.51] Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
[02:58.93] Find Earl laying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
[03:04.32] Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
[03:08.18] Get the Zippo and spark the shit
[03:09.64] Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
[03:12.44] Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have started it
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