Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

[Intro:
Nigga had the fuckin' to call me immature
Fuck you I made Odd Future for?
To wearin' fuckin' and make good decisions?
Fuck nigga, Wolf Gang

1: Tyler]
Who the fuck Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fuckin' up, and I had enough
And fuck Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashin' blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate John
Come on kids, that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with and mom
With nice homes, 401k's, and nice ass
Those privileged fucks gotta learn that we ain't takin' no
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playin' with
I'm as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do I'm throwin' out screamin' "fuck you"
I got ten of these
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fuckin' it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fuckin' immaculate, they way your smackin' dicks
she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf hooligans, is fuckin' up the school again
And showin' you and that breakin' rules is fuckin' cool again
I'm goin' than a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in bitches
Punches to the stomach where that kid supposed to be
a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Wolf Gang, Wolf
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf
It's the Wolf Gang, Gang
Wolf Gang, six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf
Wolf Gang kill

[Verse 2:
My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse
You me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, singin' and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, lookin' for my
Kill me a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

[Verse 3:
It was hilarious, well it fuckin' funny now
I'll push this fuckin' pregnant clown into a stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fuckin'
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops,
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her stank, uhh

Free Earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, the fuckin' clique
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all niggas bitches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fuckin' with,

[Outro:
And we fuckin' make horrorcore, you fuckin' idiots
deeper than the music before you put it in a box,