Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

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

Who the invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy and a because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and I had enough
And rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, I ate that John
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that
Let's buy guns and kill those kids 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
Like Degeneres clitoris is playing with dick
I'm jealous as shit, 'cause I 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 it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in ninety six
fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the again
And you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm going harder than a jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know 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, Golf
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf
Wolf Gang, triple six
the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill

My love is for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the
Uh, fuck church, they and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the
I'm stuck in triangles, for my angel
Kill me 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 funny now
I'll push this fucking clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, the baby with some fucking pounds
"My baby daddy bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops,
I'm right back in it dead and her mildew stank

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

And we fucking make horror-core, you fucking idiots
deeper than the music before you put it in a box