Soundtracks - Sandwitches - Tyler, The Creator lyrics

[Intro: Tyler] n***a had the f**king nerve to call me immature f**k you think I made Odd Future for? To wear f**king suits and make good decisions? f**k that n***a, Wolf Gang [Verse 1: Tyler] Who the f**k invited Mr. I Don't Give a f**k Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music s**s? (I did!) Well, you f**king up, and truthfully I had enough And f**k rolling papers, I'm a rebel, b**ch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry) Full of sh*t, like I ate that John Come on kids, f**k 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**ks got to learn that we ain't taking no sh*t Like Ellen Degeneres cli*oris is playing with dick I'm jealous as sh*t, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "f**k 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**king 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96 It's f**king immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you The Golf Wang hooligans, is f**king up the school again And showing you and yours that breaking rules is f**king cool again I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in b**ches ovaries Punches to the stomach where that ba*tard kid supposed to be f**k 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 mommy, you could ride in hearses I'm sick in the brain dumb b**ch, 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**k church, they singing and the sh*t ain't even worth it In the choir, who*es and liars, scumbags and the dirt, b**ch You told me God was the answer When I ask him for sh*t, 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**king funny now I'll push this f**king pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f**king 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**king sh*t And if you disagree, s** a couple pimple-covered dicks Um, Wolf Gang, that's the f**king clique Golf Wang k** them all n***a, triple six f**k 2DopeBoyz, all them n***as b**ches We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really f**king with, b**ch [Outro] And we don't f**king make horrorcore, you f**king idiots Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box