drop lyrics – odd future wolf gang kill them all

“drop”

[intro: earl sweatshirt]
i know everyone has their own f*cking version of this
but no one did it justice, so here we go, uh

[verse 1]
tell your b*tch to stop complainin’ ’bout her achey t*ts
her body is a temple, i don’t give a f*ck, i’m atheist
make me stop, make me b*tch, she mad because i taped the sh*t
and sent the tape to ace and taco, helps ’em f*ckin’ ‘bate to it
master, master, pretty b*tch bash a black and white b*tch
mixed like she moo and chew gr*ss or somethin’
i like the sh*t, i guess i kinda like my b*tch
if she wasn’t a dyk* motorcyclist with tyson lisp
wolf gang on that drive without a license sh*t
on that take shake and meka necks and f*ckin’ slice them sh*ts
oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the sh*t
because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and i ain’t icin’ sh*t
show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
and i’ll show you a f*ggot that says he hate barbara streisand flicks
huh, me and berman swervin’ in the jeep
but i’m a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
and i’m magic with the words, murder merlin over beats
make the compet*tion kiss the f*ckin’ curb and then they weep

[hook]
and then they drop, ha-ha
drop, b*tch, drop, drop, drop (drop, b*tch)

[verse 2]
yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get violent
droppin’ live grimey like the hands of odd toddlers
f*ckin’ awesome *rs*nal of wolves in the pack i travel in
the battle ram, rammin’ ’em, rats get to tattlin’
lynn swingin’ axes at you antonyms of savages
and prayin’ that it damages, your hobby’s what my p*ssion is
f*ck that f*ggot sh*t, my n*gg*s on that savage sh*t
f*ckin’ the game and shovin’ daggers through the *ss of it
movin’ on to a jessica, plannin’ to make a mess of her
after a couple drinks and a session of *n*l s*x with her
like hey there intestines, my c*ck is erect next to ya
we the sh*t, like what you make, them n*gg*s still ain’t fresh as us

[outro]
eat a d*ck, b*tch!

/ odd future wolf gang kill them all lyrics