Gamebreaker Feat. Earl Sweatshirt
Domo Genesis & The Alchemist Lyrics

Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
'Cause these fuckers could never touch us
In the midst of the calm we bringin' ruckus
Bitch, it's nothing, end of discussion
I will be double clutching, leave a chump
Looking slump
Give a punk a fucking concussion
Why you frontin' speakin' nothin'
Like a bad preacher
Rollin' mad tree while you camping Over your last reefer catch me backseat
Email-declining your rap features
Keep your beat or get your track ethered
Nigga careful what you rappin' for
I'm gunnin' at these rappers' throats
I'm spittin' raw, I'ma kill 'em all
But I be laughin' though
Ashin' in a champagne glass
'cause I'm irrational i'm showing ass
Shorties gettin' gassed at all
The cash I blow again, I'm passin' "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 and flash, pass it

I am the coldest speakin'
You are a ho that's decent
Lookin' to hold and squeeze
And I'm schemin' on dome and peacin'
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
Flirtin' with the blunt before I lick it
She fillin' out her curves
And she can serve as an apprentice
Rolling blunts
Rollin' sleeves when I dirty up the ditches
And never servin' 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 pick
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