Holy.

"Got these faggots shouting' "revolution!"
I am Earl, the shit's ruthless
in the booth it's no spoofing' bitch I spit like I'm toothless.
Fool, OF crew fooled y'all fuits and I'm lyin' like, "fuck truth",
dropping' shit like pollution.
Dirty like a bum's un-wiped ass
now I'm transitionin' from class clown to cash cow.
Indeed, I got steez to pass out, believe I'm dope,
a fuckin' breathin' crack house.
She diseased on her knees, with ass out
Ace got on a ski-mask, she gon' need knee pads
Supreme 5-panels and green hats
Y'all don't come close like Winehouse and rehab,
Goin' back, know the crafty assholes plateau
got the game in a motherfuckin' lasso.
Ride that ho, cruisin' in the music with the attitude of two kids,
Make 'em respect my two cents,
Could really give two shits, let alone a dollar.
My flows make bros go, "whoa". Your mother says, "holla".
Wack niggas say, "nada". OF the best, no synonym.
Still my pockets slim like the Olsen twins.
It's on, off I piss 'em and dismissin' em quick,
and my sentences stay Oliver Twistin' like Charles Dickens.
Death wishing' competition, but listen the plot thickens.
I'm a stand up nigga, well fuck it I'm not sitting."

- Earl Sweatshirt (Cop Killer Verse)
The Kids Interesting Indeed.