Hodgy - Sandwitches lyrics

[Intro: Tyler] n***a had the f**ing nerve to call me immature f** you think I made Odd Future for? To wear f**ing suits and make good decisions? f** that n***a, Wolf Gang [Verse 1: Tyler] Who the f** invited Mr. I Don't Give a f** Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music s**s? (I did!) Well, you f**ing up, and truthfully I had enough And f** rolling papers, I'm a rebel, b**h, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry) Full of sh**, like I ate that john Come on kids, f** that cla** and hit that bong Let's buy guns and k** those kids with dads and mom With nice homes, 41k's, and nice a** lawns Those privileged f**s got to learn that we ain't taking no sh** Like Ellen Degeneres cli*oris is playing with dick I'm jealous as sh**, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "f** 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**ing 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96 It's f**ing immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley oop The Golf Wang hooligans, is f**ing up the school again And showing you and yours that breaking rules is f**ing cool again I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in b**hes ovaries Punches to the stomach where that ba*tard kid supposed to be f** a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh [Hook] 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 k** them [Verse 2: Hodgy] My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses I'm sick in the brain dumb b**h, 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** church, they singing and the sh** ain't even worth it In the choir, who*es and liars, scumbags and the dirt, b**h You told me God was the answer When I ask him for sh**, I get no answer, so God is the cancer I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel k** 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**ing funny now I'll push this f**ing pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f**ing pounds "My baby daddy shoot bricks, the n***a also shoot rounds" Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank [Tyler] Free Earl, that's the f**ing sh** And if you disagree, s** a couple pimple-covered dicks Um, Wolf Gang, that's the f**ing clique Golf Wang k** them all n***a, triple six f** 2DopeBoyz, all them n***as b**hes We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really f**ing with, b**h [Outro] And we don't f**ing make horrorcore, you f**ing idiots Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang