[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

[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