[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