Odd Future Wolf Gang k** Them All (ofwgkta) - 50 lyrics

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] I'm a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense Straining my bowels, f**ing hungry hippopotamus You n***as are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness Is what I was raised around as a child I'd rather chuck up my middle finger than give a b**h a smile Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothaf**in' stapler? [Interlude:] Uh, you hear that sh**? Ay, run that sh** back Yeah, that sh** hot, n***a [Verse 2:] Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothaf**in' stapler? Good grades on the wall, n***as hate to see me do it major I'm just a leader of my team and I ain't afraid of traitors Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype j**s We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused b**hes brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews [Hook:] Sock a buster in his jaw f** the police, break the law Twist your fingers up, grip your balls If you ain't got heart you ain't got sh** at all [Bridge:] Where your homies at? They'll get f**ed up too Where your grandma at? She'll get f**ed up too Where your b**h at? She'll get f**ed up too Where the roof at? We'll stomp that b**h through Here we go negero, I'll sing figueroa, figueroa Chucking up [?] burning bodies in a [?] [Verse 3:] Aww, mothaf**a wanna see you shine and I got my gold on Clancy said I'm late for my flight, well he better hold on Can't wait 'til I f**in' buy me a jet, there gon' be some hoes on it Just blow O's on it, count dough on it Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don't it? sh**, I'll take a life for my moment's moment Contract your own sale, f** a deal, you're in a option Turn the ba** up, get mothaf**as to go sh** Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove If n***as saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one You call this brand new, to me it's Santa Cruz Don't find HB the man to lose, you ain't a bruise Catch me on MTV or your local channel news In London recording to Fuse, I'm the man that confused I'm f**ing crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy But I ain't saying it to your mothaf**in' brain, skull [Hook]