Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

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

Who the fuck Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries his daddy and a blog because his music 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 got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with
I'm jealous as shit, 'cause I ain't got no home to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out "fuck you"
I got ten of Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
'preme hat the of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, it, like I'm Master P in ninety six
It's fucking immaculate, the way daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf hooligans, is fucking up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking is fucking cool again
I'm going than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where 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, it's the Wolf
It's the Wolf Gang, Wang
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, six crew
It's the Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang them

My is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his to the churches
Uh, fuck church, singing and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt,
You me God was the answer
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

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

Earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered
Um, Gang, that's the fucking clique
Golf Wang them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas
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 than the music before you put it in a box