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Nigga had the nerve to call me immature
you think I made Odd Future for?
To fucking suits and make good decisions?
Fuck that nigga, Wolf

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy and a blog his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and I had enough
And fuck papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
of shit, like I ate that John
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that
Let's buy guns and kill those with dads and mom
nice homes, forty one K's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no
Like Ellen clitoris is playing with dick
I'm jealous as shit, 'cause I ain't got no home meal to to
So, if you do, I'm fingers out screaming "fuck you"
I got ten of these
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
'preme hat the color of a leprechaun leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm Master P in ninety six
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking
Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her you
The Wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again
And showing you and yours breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm going harder a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid to be
Fuck a mask, I that ho to know it's me, ugh

Wolf Gang, Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf
It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf
It's the Wolf Gang, Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf
Wolf Gang, six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf
Wolf Gang kill

My is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, get this perfect
you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, and the dirt, bitch
You me God was the answer
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls
six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

It was hilarious, well it ain't funny now
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some pounds
"My baby daddy bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead and her mildew stank

Free Earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, the fucking clique
Golf Wang kill all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them bitches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really with, bitch

And we don't fucking horror-core, you fucking idiots
Listen deeper than the before you put it in a box