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- Tyler, The Creator
- Odd Future
Wolf Gang
They are them
We are us
Kill them all (Do it with me)
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, b!tch, b!tch over there in the yellow, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Say it loud!
Like you mean it!
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
N!gga had the ****ing nerve to call me immature
**** you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear ****ing suits and make good decisions?
**** that n!gga, Wolf Gang
Who the **** invited Mr. I Dont Give a ****
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you ****ing up, and truthfully I had enough
And **** rolling papers, Im a rebel, b!tch, Im ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of sh!t, like I ate that john
Come on kids, **** that class and hit that bong
Lets buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged ****s got to learn that we aint taking no sh!t
Like Ellen DeGeneres ******** is playing with d !ck
Im jealous as sh!t, cause I aint got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, Im throwing fingers out screaming '**** you'
I got ten of these Kennedys
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
Im ****ing bout it, bout it, like Im Master P in 96
Its ****ing immaculate, the way your daughter smacking ****s
Surprised she hasnt taken gymnastic d!ck inside her alley-oop
The Golf Wang hooligans is ****ing up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is ****ing cool again
Im going harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, Im shoving blunt wraps in ******* ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
**** a mask, I want that ho to know its me, ugh
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, its the Wolf Gang
Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang , triple six crew
Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them
My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses
Im sick in the brain dumb **** *, 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, **** church, they singing and the sh!t aint 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 sh!t, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
Im stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my ***** dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, its the Wolf Gang
Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them
It was hilarious, well it aint ****ing funny now
Ill push this ****ing pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some ****ing pounds
'My baby daddy shoot bricks , the n!gga also shoot rounds'
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
Im right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank
Free Earl, thats the ****ing sh! t
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered ****s
Um, Wolf Gang, thats the ****ing clique
Golf Wang kill them all n!gga, triple six
**** 2****Boyz, all them n!ggas b!tches
We dont need yall, The Faders who we really ****ing with, b!tch
And we dont ****ing make horrorcore, you ****ing idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang
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