Earl

[Verse 1] 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 bitch, 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 bitches and catfish It so happens that I'm so haphazardous I'll puke a piece and put it on a hook and fucking cast the shit I'm asking that you faggot rap actors take action And get a hall pass for this class-act shit How the fuck 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 fuck and ups to shut and sluts to fucking uppercut It's O.F. buttercup: go ahead, fuck with us Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is having guts for lunch As well as supper; then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt Found the mustard, fucking nosey neighbors notice somethings up "What you doing?" Nothing much, would shout some other stuff Got to fucking bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us [Verse 2] Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off DopeBoyz hating, but them faggots is a lotta talk Cotton soft pussy, them Odd niggas is Molotov Cocktails, fucking toss one in your apartment dog Wolf Gang we ain't barking, nah Try talking on a blog with your fucking 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, bitch"