Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

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

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and I had enough
And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate John
Come on kids, that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those with dads and mom
With nice homes, forty one K's, and ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we taking no shit
Like 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 out screaming "fuck you"
I got ten of Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm P in ninety six
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking
Surprised she hasn't taked the dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the again
And showing you and yours that rules is fucking cool again
I'm going harder than a midget jumping me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the where that bastard kid supposed to be
a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

My love is gone for you mommy, you could in hearses
I'm in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't even 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
me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

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

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

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