Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me
you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear fucking suits and good decisions?
that nigga, Wolf Gang

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had
And rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that
Let's buy and kill those kids with dads and mom
With homes, forty one K's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we taking no shit
Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with dick
I'm as shit, 'cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out "fuck you"
I got ten of these
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be
'preme hat the color of a leprechaun with
I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm P in ninety six
fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is up the school again
And showing you and that breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to it's me, ugh

Wolf Gang, Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf
Wolf Gang, triple six
the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf kill them

My is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, get this perfect
Then you a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt,
You me God was the answer
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the
I'm stuck in triangles, for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls
six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking now
I'll push this fucking pregnant into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
"My daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

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

And we don't fucking make horror-core, you idiots
Listen deeper than the music you put it in a box