[Verse 1: Sweatshirt] the pick of the litter Mobbin' in the woods with six other niggers Yellin' at the trees hey, hi mister I'm Life Litter's stripe getter Dig this, I'll get a shovel and strike And kick them when the starts diggin' in my blisters Sick, cynical, spitter So when I kick rhymes, my die quicker I'm broke, no cheese, my ho's third verse of Pidgeons, I'll show you a dope rapper I'll on a nigger with no bladder throw it in his eyes to show him he don't matter The creeper in a nice white Jeep Here with three white divas who snort and penis I'm hotter at least five heaters In the of the summer with a sleeved wife beater bred degenerate, gentleman Little Aryan nigga with hairy clit for It's Wolf Gang, triple six, niggas on simple shit I'm on a spree burnin' bodies in a rental whip Wolf Gang rad, no bum ass So the fans laggin', now they're tryna come back quick Ask from Dera to Fax, they say fuck that We African swaggin' of course we run that shit
[Verse 2: G] I been sick, since I was and mastered Bastard, screamin' fuck another rapper O.F. soldier, Bill, don't think I will But I'm a gunner for the like Tasker I'm the cream of the Officers in the trunk with six cops No way that I'll stop, arrest me after Fix the scene just to put me on screen like an Shit, no need to tell me I know hot As weather where them bitches wear bikinis with It's overkill, because my niggas know a lot About tapin' them, rapin' them, them overboard from a yacht So now probably hate me but that's why the fuck I'm here And you really should man up, no need to be sincere, faggot that you we're queer, why would you fuck with Wolves That'll leave you on the ground like rap career? So you don't want it don't start We're fuckin' Radical, been Fuckin' a lotta shit so for words you're at a loss Raised enough money just to get someone to my boss Now a fuckin' suit for hire Hang her higher, light a fire, fuck my former I'm the truth, a liar, blue as clues, I inspire Odd muthafucka, I'm your new supplier