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

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

[Tyler, the Creator] Wolf f**in Haley I'm not f**in crazy, f**in crazy Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Okay, it's my turn to rap (do that!) f**in modern day Ian Curtis I oughta been The motherf**in (Bull)s was hotter than a Dennis (Rod-a-Man) All the men and girls was tied up inside a cottage and Raquel, Riley, Brandon, Alexis f**in Milan and them House's egg yolkin, muh'f**in ain't jokin Throats chokin hulkin that muh'f**ers like I'm Hulk Hogan Halloween at Neverland Ranch? I'm Macaulay Culkin f**in Superbad swag when I murder Seth Rogen I'm sick, this asthma, takin six Robitussin I'm f**in this game up; no Trojans for the semen On the boat you better vote and f**in pray Even though the Pope is bogus Even though I'm hyped the dopest, 2Dope don't wanna post us Copy all we are off how we all are rockin And they kosher but don't trip my pockets got a loaf of that I'll show you how you're 'sposed to rap Yeah, for the blonde b**hes They say they enjoy the vision I'm the man now the boys missin from the decision My television is eclectic How can he move on Waka Flocka back to Joy Division? Yeah, I said that I received info now the surgeon's missing Probably cause I dressed up as a nurse Went it to his office, gave him his cup of coffee Aw, now he is feelin nauseous? Buzzin me to walk in Takin all the doctor calls, ask her to prescribe a bunch of sh** that he can munch and such He asked what was in the coffee, I just coughed a blush What'chu say? (Hey! Wait, you'rer not! WHAT THE fu*k!!) Hit him with the uppercut then cut him up with the roughest tools, and I found out the Wolves had aten some sections of ugly s*uts f**! Now I got blood on my new f**in sneakers and stuff f** it, storage room where this doctor's gettin his body stuffed By this f**in awesome thrashin African that's marvelous With green Supreme hats, smoker's head, it was a pot of luck I love Taylor Swift, date rape sirloin In a wife beater with a Chris Brown iron on b**h, I'm tighter than a stogie and a lighter The cuts that's on Taylor or the Braces when I bite her After that I will retain her from leavin gaps and gashes when I brush her with the rubber bands leavin gummy rashes Laughin gas, pa** her out, fool beat this Cause I'll do to her what my father didn't really give And that's not hard to figure out but just in case it is I'll make it really hard to get it out, if you catch my drift (Wolf, Gang, f**!!!!!!!!!!)