rate me

[Intro: Tyler]

Nigga had the fuckin' nerve to call me immature

Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?

To wearin' fuckin' suits and make good decisions?

Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang

[Verse 1: Tyler]

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck

Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)

Well, you fuckin' up, and truthfully I had enough

And fuck Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashin' 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, 401k's, and nice ass lawns

Those privileged fucks gotta learn that we ain't takin' no shit

Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playin' with dick

I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to

So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out screamin' "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 fuckin' 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96

It's fuckin' immaculate, the way your daughter smackin' dicks

Surprised she hasn't taken the nasty dick inside her alley you

The Golf Wang hooligans, is fuckin' up the school again

And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is fuckin' cool again

I'm goin' harder than a midget jumpin' over me

Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in bitches ovaries

Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be

Fuck a mask, I want that hoe to know it's me, ugh


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

[Verse 2: Hodgy]

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 this kids to the churches

Uh, fuck church, they singin' 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, 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



[Verse 3: Hodgy]

It was hilarious, well it ain't fuckin' funny now

I'll push this fuckin' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Dissected her stomach, replaced the baby with some fuckin' pounds

&quot;My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds&quot;

Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhh


Free Earl, that's the fuckin' shit

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fuckin' 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 fuckin' with, bitch

[Outro: Tyler]

And we don't fuckin' make horrorcore, you fuckin' idiots

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box

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3 Comments found

Sunday 9th of June 2013 23:13
ok ily tyler also this song is perf ok
Friday 21st of September 2012 17:47
love the song but i love god more , still a dope song few !
Monday 14th of May 2012 20:26
wow man really? you hate god? yeah forget you