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Nigga had the fucking to call me immature
Fuck you think I made Odd for?
To wear fucking suits and make decisions?
Fuck nigga, Wolf Gang

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

Wolf Gang, Gang
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf
Wolf Gang, six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Wang
Gang kill them

My love is for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse
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, they singing and the shit ain't even it
In the choir, whores and liars, and the dirt, bitch
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, looking for my
me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
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 daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew

Free Earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree, suck a pimple-covered dicks
Um, Gang, that's the fucking clique
Golf kill them all nigga, triple 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 horror-core, you fucking idiots
Listen deeper than the before you put it in a box