Molasses (Mixed)

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]

Ninety-nine problems all gone in that one joint

And that neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint

I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster

With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda

Ragged with the contra, "Phantom of the Opera"

And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run

The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out

Toe-tagged, don't gag, spit your gum out

Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger

I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do

Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet

The label don't like me, but they pay me a grip

And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists

Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like

What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss

[Chorus: RZA & Earl Sweatshirt]

Ayy, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch

I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch

We could do this shit all night

I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch