Also to be noted, this song is a direct reply to Tyler’s last verse on “Couch,” to which he responds by flexing his lyrical abilities.
Kill
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
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Alright, that's cool, we'll see
Straight top with a crop shit
Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit
Dollar cents, since shit, sense I ain't lost it
It's in a fuckin' jar with guitar picks and bar spit
Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness
Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch
Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses
Take a firm standin', nod on the tracklist
Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic
Niggas gettin' comfy on the Couch, I ain't havin' it
Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' niggas on accident
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, off 'em
Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch
Box logo, switchblade and cocaine
In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation
The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick
Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes
The crowd, go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with
Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it
Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit
Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face
With erasers and use Based God as his replacement
Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings
Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin'
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, off 'em
Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's
Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager
And Miley feedin' me sandwiches for my stamina
And Santa's in the back laughin' cause my back's crampin' up
Mrs. Claus trippin' balls, think she had enough
And by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us
Flyer than your man because I'm lampin' up
At the airport smokin' hash with all the fuckin' baggage handlers
Flowin' like the muthafuckin' aqueducts
Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch, eat a dick
In Earl Sweatshirt's song "Kill," the rapper asserts his dominance over the music industry in a confrontational, aggressive tone. The beginning of the song sees Earl responding to someone who thought they had bested him, stating that he is far from defeated. Earl then launches into vivid descriptions of his power and prowess, comparing himself to a warrior of "radness" who crushes his foes like moths in a mosh pit. Earl notes his own artistic prowess, claiming that he is half the reason for the overwhelmingly positive reviews of his music. The lyrics of the song are meant to intimidate and reaffirm Earl's status as a major player in hip-hop.
The second half of the song sees Earl detailing his extravagant lifestyle, punctuated by drug references and vulgar imagery. He brags about his Switchblade and cocaine, as well as his sexual conquests, which include Miley Cyrus's manager and Mrs. Claus. Earl repeatedly asserts his ability to "kill 'em all," promising to dominate his peers and critics with his skill and intensity.
Overall, "Kill" is a confrontational, intense song that serves as a statement of Earl's power and artistry. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of both Earl's dominance and his decadent lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
Aw, nigga thought he killed me?
Someone thought they defeated me? Okay, we'll see about that.
Straight top with a crop shit
I'm stylish, wearing a cropped top.
Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit
I'm defeating people easily and quickly, like moths in a mosh pit.
Dollar cents, since shit, sense I ain't lost it
Money and common sense are still with me and I haven't lost them.
It's in a fuckin' jar with guitar picks and bar spit
I keep my talent and creativity in a jar, along with my guitar picks and spit.
Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness
I'm rapping with aggression and style, creating a powerful impact.
Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick
Stop being lame and get my message clear, just like a dad's strict advice.
Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch
Betray your friend and tell them I'm back in town, I don't care.
Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses
I defeat people so hard that they end up with milky white butts.
Take a firm standin', nod on the tracklist
I take a confident stance and approve my tracklist.
Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic
My contribution is the reason for the highly rated reviews.
Niggas gettin' comfy on the Couch, I ain't havin' it
People are getting too comfortable, but I'm not letting them stay like that.
Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' niggas on accident
I'm casually killing people with my kicks, without even trying.
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'm going to defeat everyone.
Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch
I don't take days off or argue with anyone, just defeat them.
Box logo, switchblade and cocaine
I carry valuable items like a box logo, switchblade, and cocaine.
In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation
These items are in my back pocket, and I'm taking Jade with me on vacation.
The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick
The hotel room quickly changes from a romantic scene to a horror scene.
Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes
I impress everyone by removing braids with my bare hands.
The crowd, go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with
The audience is going wild with excitement as I'm performing.
Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it
I have an abundance of confidence and coolness, and you can try and see how it feels.
Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit
Fashion doesn't define you, people who are evil or disliked could wear designer brands too.
Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face
I'm an angel from hell, defying religion by hurting Jesus.
With erasers and use Based God as his replacement
I'm killing Jesus with erasers, and replacing him with Based God.
Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings
I'm like a powerful warrior with brutal kills.
Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin'
I'm having oral sex, but it's damaging my teeth.
Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's
Switch the camera back to me and Pamela's situation.
Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager
A threesome with an inexperienced partner and someone connected to a famous person.
And Miley feedin' me sandwiches for my stamina
Miley Cyrus is feeding me sandwiches to give me energy.
And Santa's in the back laughin' cause my back's crampin' up
Santa is laughing in the back because I have cramps in my back.
Mrs. Claus trippin' balls, think she had enough
Mrs. Claus is hallucinating and thinks she's had enough.
And by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us
When I say 'enough', I mean that we're really cool and impressive, and she consumed our drugs.
Flyer than your man because I'm lampin' up
I'm cooler than your boyfriend because I'm shining bright.
At the airport smokin' hash with all the fuckin' baggage handlers
I'm at the airport smoking drugs with the people handling baggage.
Flowin' like the muthafuckin' aqueducts
I'm rapping smoothly and steadily like flowing water in aqueducts.
Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch, eat a dick
I'm a part of Odd Future Wolf Gang, and we're harming gays, so shut up and suck it.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Thebe Kgositsile, Tyler Okonma
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