[Verse 1: Domo]
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Shoot for the sky like a church league, y'all heard me

Absurd G, chickens clucking for bird seeds
But I gotta apologize, no grease like Xerxes
Won't heat or burn me, I'm the coolest ^!$$% here

Usually defecation, now I'm pissing in your ear
My tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rear
I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Metaphor, chilling with better !@^%s
Smoking then later on, I bone them like Skeletor
What would I sell this for, this is free distribution

Style, they straight jack it like mental institutions
Outfits is ruthless, now your (*##$ is choosing
She floating round winners, now your (*##$ you losing

Yeah, cause I'm the Super Sega Genesis
Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little (*##$


[Verse 2: Tyler]
Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick
That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette
Tyler the Creator invented some new %#@!

And it's probably from the Illuminati, !#@$ descent, so
If I give a $#&@, it's probably from my dick
When I'm Cheneying your daughter, she's tied up inside a tent, yeah

Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presents
We're back like a black (*##$'s hairline, indent the
%#@! I represent is killing ^!$$%s and %#@!

That's why I traded R. Kelly my sister for a new hit
I get it cracking like the lips of a !@$@, actor
Or a Dahmer, when he invited me in for cheese and crackers

Just to watch the Grammy's (Oh that's Taylor Swift) Man she's so attractive
Now he's mad and tryna run me over out with Gacy's tractor
Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green Supreme hats

Like I was sponsored up by the $#&@ing Packers
%#@!ting on ^!$$%s, my tongue considered a laxative
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lips

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip
$#&@ Wolf Gang, $#&@ what? Here let's take a trip
Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident
Freshjive, yeah I get it no charge
Dick soft as $#&@, but somehow I go hard

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
Chima Ferguson's bangin', you Ace ^!$$%s is Low Card, Wolf Gang


[Verse 3: Jasper]
^!$$%s rolling deep, burners pulled out
^!$$%s in the street scared, cause I got the burner in the hand


[Outro: Tyler]
That %#@! was wack as $#&@. Don't ever rap again in your $#&@ing life