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[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
Hold up, hey now, the beast in me
Is no longer sleeping, it wants to eat MC's
So I let 'em free, let 'em feed peacefully
Until he sees, not a Beast must drop feces
But I neva let it free fall, I catch it and spit it
I kick shit that blows whole districts into tidbits
With pen in fist, I take tallys, of these scrimmages
Can't call it game, my flavor wicked as witches is
The kid's shit is Waco, sicker than syphilis
So sister and brothers grab a shove start digging this
Matter fact, grab a Nikon and picture this
An icon with no assistant and no ?
Reminisce the number one plus twenty three
My days are sunny with steeze sweeter than honey bees
Waters are muddy Im cunning running from nothin b
Now Im fucking muffin motha fuckas ain't touch me