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