pigeons lyrics – earl sweatshirt

“pigeons”
(feat. tyler the creator)

[verse 1:]
welcome back to cl*ss, b*tch, grab on to your gl*sses
odd future leaving even n*gg*s in past tense
style is patent, the measures is drastic
either that or they 4: 4, some call them fantastic
she called me fantastic, i called her a fat b*tch
still kill the p*ssy, put the cat in a casket
the funeral service was f*cking worthless, so i said a couple words at it
didn’t know her but i’m confirming that she sure gurgled d*ck
the odd n*gg* with a spoon in your danimals
as hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupes
harder than granite, hoes know i’m coming
with the grand force of van damme’s fist in a d*mn cannon so
fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes
and attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa
my d*ck hates sweaters so she jack it slow
the aftermath proves to be smoother than hair relaxer, oh

[hook:]
wave high to the ritalin regiment
double s sh*t, swastikas on the letterman, b*tch
hungry wolves at the door, b*tch, let us in
kill ’em all, o.f. is what i represent
say hi to the ritalin regiment
double s sh*t, swastikas on the letterman, b*tch
hungry wolves at the door, b*tch, let us in
kill ’em all, o.f. is what i represent

[verse 2:]
took the van, went sn*tch her
oh, you wanna snap this gr*ss? snap your f*cking jabba
wocky, she’s a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like f*g
i got cl*ss and can’t take this b*tch to math, what
tell the f*cking teacher that this burlap sack is filled
with snacks for after cl*ss for the whole cl*ss, to snack up
yeah, right, get over here faster
cause earl’s a pro rapper but amateur kidnapper

[tyler:]
earl, goddammit, i’m still in my d*mn pajamas
waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump
and if i pick her up, i’m humping and i’m f*cking with no lubricant
i’m using spit, p*ss, vaseline or something, how old is she?
(seventeen) this b*tch is underage
but i’ll have her face off tied and nicholas cage
but anyway, give me cash f*g, cause i’m low on gas
aww f*ck it, ’bout to jack off, go catch a f*cking cab
no i’m not lying when i say that brother’s all i have
but if you’re not dying don’t f*cking bother to call me back, i’m sleep

[hook]

[bridge: x2]
kill people, burn sh*t, f*ck school
odd future here to steer you to what the f*ck’s cool
f*ck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice
odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

[verse 3:]
i don’t give a f*ck, like a senior citizen
sh*t and run back to the lab, need *ssistance from
sister with the biggest b*mbaclot girls
i’m around calves big cause they run a lot and scream, oh
pay him some attention, he’s smart and he’s genius
he ain’t touching me like martin sheen’s p*n*s
y’all n*gg*s ain’t clean as my team is meanest
hitting amputees in the knees, jesus
please, just peep the crystal method where
i take a f*cking beat, strip it naked then i wreck it
it’s no question, sweatshirt’s o.f
and you can tell by the chiseled h*rns on my forehead b*tch
hammerhat flyer than a bag of *ss
and jane’s a f*cking acrobat, i’ll flip her on a mattress
last straw, f*ck that, i’m who broke the camel’s back
say you want that dope sh*t, welcome to satan’s cabbage patch, b*tch

[outro:]
told you he can rap, dumb m*th*f*cka

/ earl sweatshirt lyrics