 What y'all know about that earl, huh? What y'all niggas know about that earl, huh? Probably nothing, you know? You probably still on that Drake pack. You know, you probably still, what's it called? You probably still got that hotline bling ring tone, you fucking corny ass nigga. Hey, look, hey, look. I don't think, I don't think I could befriend anyone that doesn't have earl, like at least in their, their top three best artists of all time. It don't matter who you are, bro. It don't matter where you from. Like, you could be some Indian exchange student trying to have a seat at my lunch table. I'm still gonna check you. Hello, sir, can I seat next to you? Hey, yo, sure, bro, sure. Just tell me one thing. Who's in your top three artists of all time? Oh, that is easy. I listen to Harak, Habib, and Alil. Yeah, bro, you're gonna have to step. You're gonna have to get the fuck out of here, my nigga. I remember, oh my gosh, bro. I remember back when, what's it called? Anthony Fantano, that bald fuck. That bald fuck Anthony Fantano. He gave some rap songs. It's an album by Earl Sweatshirt, literally the best album of all time. He gave some rap songs in eight out of 10. Feeling a decent to strong eight on this thing. I'm like, what? What? Did we listen to the same album? Obviously not. Obviously not, because that shit was a masterpiece, okay? That shit was a fucking masterpiece. You know, it's exactly what Earl said. Exactly what he said in the album. Two malice, two callous, three of bitch taste. You know, I guess it was two malice, two callous for Anthony Fantano's bitch's taste. His bitch taste, his bitch taste. That's what I meant to say. His bitch taste, because I'm gonna keep it honest, bro. I don't even allow people to step in my home. I don't even allow people to step in my home unless they spit at least one Earl bar, bro. You gotta spit one Earl bar before you get your dirty ass boots inside my carpet, bruh. I don't care what the emergency is, all right? Who is it? It's me, bro. It's me. Open up the door, bro. Please, please open up the door. Come on, bro. You know the deal. Come on, man. Really, nigga? This shit again? Really? This shit again, bro? There are five werewolves chasing me down as we speak. And you still on this bullshit? Look, I ain't got time for this, bro. Just open up the fucking door. Ha, ha, ha! Well, yeah, that's pretty much it. Earl is literally the greatest artist of all time. If you don't agree, you can just hop off a fucking bridge, bro. I honestly don't care. And that's not a joke, by the way. That's not a joke. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get a community guideline strike right after I hit upload on this video. But if you're not vibing with Earl, you can just hop off a fucking bridge.