Luyện nghe bài hát Tron Cat

Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they us
Books on not giving a fuck is what they're us (Wolf Gang)
Wolves, I you heard of us, we're murderous
And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt us
You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting
Instead I rap about fucking bitches and heads
While you niggas stacking bread, I can a couple dead
Bodies, red look less of a color, more of a hobby
I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a
I fuck bitches with no and tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions in a rhyming matter
Then proceed to sat her down I go splatter in her chatterbox
boy, Odd Future, you're not in our category
Torture with the soaker at the Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown to kick a whore
That make songs the wet blockers when it rains and pours
(Umbrella) I hate this, fuck patience
Got a nigga shaking like the calmest Haitian
chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went
I want to be the reasons why all hate dick
I make this damn the red moose
of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose
She 'round this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose
I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops

Victim, victim, honey, my fifth one
Honey on that topping I stuff you in my system
a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome
You got a fucking death wish? I'm a genie, it'll get
Nice to meet you, but it's pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a
Bitch, I'm Tyler the Creature, your feet up like a beach of leeches
Rubber more the fucking bottom of a sneaker
Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your and keep her
In the jeeps where the Gang rides around deeper
Take her to Ladera, now scared and you're embarrassed
Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run errands
Put her eyes in a canteen, her to the Berrics
Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to Eric
Put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now time to fish her like Derek
Satan says dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson's trying to suck our
Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleading
the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer
They will never him or catch up
asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup
Nutty like my Chex mix, she bleeding her rectum
Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, sets up, yep

This the type of shit that make children in apartments
When you a fucking orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thin
(I hate you!) Starve her 'til I her then I shove her in the Rover
Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's
Store her in a freezer with me to Portland
Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans the border
be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
Cause I'll be too busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter
(Fuck Mary) I'm awesome, and I fuck
Sicker than the starving Nigerian barfing
Odd Future Gang Nazi bar mitzvah
your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister
Evident that I'm the shit, I'm the Pooh like dick
I got these cracker doctors saying, "yeah Bob, this sick"
Animal safari, if I offend you I'm
I'm the blackest skinhead since India Arie
I smoke weed, so no need for the matches
I said coke and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes
I plan on either dying for or my asthma
Being the bastard in a box logo casket
Rashes on my dick from licks of Sagets
In Kanye West glasses screaming out "fuck faggots"
Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's
Drop the beat here to make it climactic

What the
I'm speechless, was, fuck
Shit, Tyler, you're gonna some help
I'm not a.. fuck it, different
How's that girl you were me about?