Home Lyrics by Earl SweatshirtSelf-loathing narcissistSpittin’ crowbars out the back window of cars and shitAnd acting like a klonopin binge-hardeningAnd switching up the moniker of artists into arsonistsKnock-knock, it’s that prodigal pen-throttle, bitchPopping like the top of a bottle of hot JavaScriptRhyme harder than nine joggers withShin splints dodging an ornery rhinocerosOrder me my
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