523 Lyrics

Earl Sweatshirt 523

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 screamin', bitch: you shouldn't be that alarmed
When Big Lips is in the Attic Arms 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 f..ckin' 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..ck I fit an axe in a satchel?
Slip capsules in a glass, you dizzy rascal
Party staff baffled, askin' where her ass go
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, I got nuts to bust
And butts to f..ck and ups to shut and sluts to f..ckin' uppercut
It's OF buttercup, go ahead, f..ck with us
Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother f..cked
Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt
Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch
As well as supper; then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Found the mustard, f..ckin' nosey neighbors notice somethings up
"What you doin'?" Nothin' much, squish out some other stuff
Got to f..cking bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us

Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
DopeBoyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk
Cotton soft pussy them Odd niggas is Molotov
Cocktails, f..ckin' toss one in your apartment dog
Wolf Gang we ain't barkin', nah
Try talkin' on a blog with your f..ckin' 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"