Tyler The CreatorSandwitches

N*gga had the f*ckin' nerve to call me immature F*ck you think I made Odd Future for? To wearin' f*ckin' suits and make good decisions? F*ck that n*gga, Wolf Gang [Verse 1: Tyler] Who the f*ck invited Mr. I Don't Give a F*ck Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!) Well, you f*ckin' up, and truthfully I had enough And f*ck Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, b*tch, I'm ashin' blunts (Sorry) Full of s**t, like I ate that John Come on kids, f*ck that class and hit that bong Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom With nice homes, 401k's, and nice a** lawns Those privileged f*cks gotta learn that we ain't takin' no s**t Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playin' with d**k I'm jealous as s**t, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out screamin' "f*ck 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 f*ckin' 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96 It's f*ckin' immaculate, they way your daughter smackin' dicks Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty d*ck inside her alley you The Golf Wang hooligans, is f*ckin' up the school again And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is f*ckin' cool again I'm goin' harder than a midget jumpin' over me Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in b*tches ovaries Punches to the stomach where that b*****d kid supposed to be F*ck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh [Hook:] Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Courtesy of 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 [Verse 2: Hodgy] My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses I'm sick in the brain dumb b*tch, 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, f*ck church, they singin' and the s**t ain't even worth it In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, b*tch You told me God was the answer When I ask him for s**t, I get no answer, so God is the cancer I'm stuck in triangles, lookin' 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 [Hook:] [Verse 3: Hodgy] It was hilarious, well it ain't f*ckin' funny now I'll push this f*ckin' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f*ckin' pounds "My baby daddy shoot bricks, the n*gga also shoot rounds" Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhh [Tyler] Free Earl, that's the f*ckin' s**t And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks Um, Wolf Gang, that's the f*ckin' clique Golf Wang kill them all n*gga, triple six F*ck 2DopeBoyz, all them n*ggas b*tches We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really f*ckin' with, b*tch [Outro: Tyler] And we don't f*ckin' make horrorcore, you f*ckin' idiots Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box Wolf gang
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