Gamebreaker

(アルバム： No Idols - 2012)

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Fuck it two tears in a bucket
Cause these fuckers could never touch us
In the midst of the calm we bringing ruckus
Bitches nothing, end of discussion
I will be double clutching, leave a chunk
Looking slump, give a punk a fucking concussion
Why you fronting speaking nothing like a bad preacher
Rolling mad tree while you camping over your last reefer
Catch me backseat, he know, declining your rap features
Keep your beat and get your track ethered
Nigga careful what you rapping for
I'm gunning at these rappers throats
I'm spitting raw, I'mma kill'em all but I be laughing though
Ashing in a champagne glass cause I'm irrational
I'm showing ass, shorty's getting gassed at all the cash I blow
Again I'm passing go laugh in a time of fashion
This rapper shit is my passion, no acting I make it happen
Look back at your wack reaction
Give me racks, 'bout to cash' em
The stacks, you can't imagine
Spark it a flash passing

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I am the coldest speaking, you are a ho that's decent
Looking to hold and squeeze, and I'm scheming on dome and peacing
Back to the olive garden, breaded like Paul McCartney
Beatle, and every time you see him know the armor sparkly
GNAW dog, he barking potty mouth, it's probably cotton
Closet full of army fatigue buckets and dirty Kostons
Flirting with the blunt before I lick it
She filling out her curves and she can serve as an apprentice
Rolling blunts, rolling sleeves when I dirty up the ditches
And never serving dick the week she finishes her sentence
Nigga, bet that rhetoric offensive like I'm
Yelling, never timid; this the Frigidaire freezer shit
Feel the glare heating shit, Golf Wang leader pit
Burn trees: cedars, piss off, flipped cross
Put the three in six, tight as skin when the needle prick
O-F, never present tense, eat a dick, bitch