Orange Juice Lyrics - Radical - Odd Future

[Verse 1: Earl] 

So I'm guessing there's questions that need adressing, huh? 

Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em 

Hear new tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em 

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son 

Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun 

Fucking chin-checking punks 'til he's outta breath and done 

No affection, he's doper than cess-sessions son 

Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em 

Let the crowd choose who can fucking 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 standing out shouting on the balcony 

How come he's not in counseling? Fucka's loud while he's sound asleep 

Heard he was dope as Sour D. Nigga was Courage cowardly? 

State 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 chopping up all the doubters see 

Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories 

[Verse 2: Tyler] 

Fuck with the wolves we starting 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 buzzing 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 doing this since Pooh fucked Christopher Robinson 

Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly 

Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin 

Do not give a f*ck 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 nigga 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 fucking blogging faggots yapping up that extra shit 

I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement 

Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries 

Meet the scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin 

A fucking sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then 

2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegitarians