[Verse 1: Sweatshirt] It's the pick of the Mobbin' in the woods with six other niggers at the trees like 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, cyanide So I kick rhymes, my victims die quicker I'm broke, no cheese, my ho's Snort third verse of Pidgeons, I'll 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 night creeper in a nice Jeep Here with three white divas who and like penis I'm than at least five heaters In the middle of the summer with a sleeved wife Pure degenerate, gentleman Little Aryan 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 whip Wolf rad, no bum ass shit So since the fans laggin', now they're come back quick Ask from Dera to Fax, they say that shit We half swaggin' of course we run that shit
[Verse 2: G] I been sick, since I was un-mixed and Bastard, screamin' fuck another rapper O.F. soldier, Buffalo Bill, don't I will But I'm a for the Bills like Tasker I'm the of the crop Officers in the trunk with six cops No way that I'll stop, they'll me after Fix the scene just to put me on screen an actor Shit, no need to me I know it's hot As weather where them bitches bikinis with polka-dots It's overkill, because my niggas know a lot About tapin' them, rapin' them, throw overboard from a yacht So now they probably me but that's why the fuck I'm here And you really should man up, there's no to be sincere, faggot Heard that you we're queer, why would you fuck with That'll you on the ground like your rap career? So you don't want it don't none We're fuckin' Radical, Fuckin' Awesome a lotta shit so for words you're at a loss Raised enough money just to get someone to kill my Now that's a fuckin' 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