Drop Lyrics - Radical - Odd Future

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt] 

I know everyone has their own fucking version of this 

But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh 

[Verse 1] 

Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits 

Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist 

Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit 

And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it 

Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white bitch 

Mixed like she moo and chew grass or some Concerta 

Like the shit, I guess I kinda like my bitch 

If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp 

Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit 

On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them shits 

Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shit 

Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit 

Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this 

And I'll show you a faggot 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 competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then they weep 

[Hook] 

And then they drop, ha-ha 

Drop, bitch, drop, drop, drop (Drop, bitch) 

[Verse 2] 

Yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get violent 

Droppin' live grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers 

Fuckin' Awesome arsenal 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 passion is 

Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit 

Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it 

I Said.. 

Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit 

Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it 

Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her 

After a couple drinks and a session of anal sex with her 

Like hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya 

We the shit, like what you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us