Tyler The CreatorSandwitches

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature Fuck you think I made Odd Future for? To wear fucking suits and make good decisions? Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music sucks? (I did!) Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry) Full of shit, like I ate that John Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom With nice homes, forty one K's, and nice ass lawns Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with dick I'm jealous as shit, 'cause I ain't got no home meal to come to So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck you" I got ten of these Kennedy's Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery 'preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in ninety six It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh [Chorus] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Wolf Gang, triple six crew It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang Wolf Gang kill them My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this? You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch You told me God was the answer When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr [Chorus] It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds "My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds" Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank Free Earl, that's the fucking shit And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking clique Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with, bitch And we don't fucking make horror-core, you fucking idiots Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box
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