Odd Future - Orange Juice Lyrics

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[verse 1: earl sweatshirt]

So i'm guessin' there's questions that need addressin' huh?

Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' 'em

Hand'em tracks he destined to make a mess of 'em

Snappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun

Fuckin' chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

No fx in these doper than sess sessions son

Chillin' for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em

Let the crowd choose who can fuckin' 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 ya seat get out ya seat verses written with scalpels

He's the junior king standin' out shoutin' on the balcony

How come he's not in counselin'? fucka'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 choppin' up all the doubters see

Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be countin' calories

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[verse 2: tyler the creator]

Fuck with the wolves we startin' 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 buzzin' 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 doin' this since pooh fucked christopher robin son

Wolf gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly

Dirty rotten nigger 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 nigger turned into freddy kruger

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 fuckin' 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

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