[Verse 1: Earl]
Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
But something was always missing like six digits

Lucky seven probably poppa
Little ^!$$% so they picked on him, hassled him
Things changed when I hassled back, so

David hit the pavement with his grapple rap
Snapple fact: you rather wack
While I am popping like a snapping crack

So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts
Matter fact I am Farmer John milking cattle tracks
Action packed nipple squeezing, boy colder than sniffle season

Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of !@&(
So when the street is split
Don't act surprised, agree with it

The Gang of Wolves and creeps and Crips
Is deep as Dawson's Creek and %#@!
I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties

I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boasting
Bragging tell this !@$)gots to stop nagging
Cause them Wolf Gang ^!$$%s threw them off the bandwagon like


[Verse 2: Tyler]
Uh, was always $#&@ed up as %#@! with it

But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it... Troll
I got you ^!$$%s nervous like virgins flirting with Uncle Mervin
$#&@ing y'all with no lubricant go grab the detergent

I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearing nothing but they $#&@ing blast with their matching turban
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swerving

Hitting curbs and blasting Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon
I'm stealing purses raping nurses I'm a quick consierge
And treat the beat like sanitized !@(^ !@#(, I'm a German

I'm squirting while I'm masturbating and regurgitating
From eating Miley Cyrus salad #~!!@ platter they were serving
My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

So (*##$es hate to do me like it's convict community service
This my Zombie Circus, you better get a $#&@ing ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filming Twilight in this (*##$


[Verse 3: Earl]
I'm back on my sixty six six %#@!

Flowing like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
She mad as $#&@, stuck in the back of a black Acura

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughing, huh


[Verse 4: Tyler]
(*##$ you're barely breathing leaving on the back of the boat
While I fill you up with !@&( from the Wolf Gang team and

Flowing like the creampie inside of your daughter
Oughta eat the (*##$ with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the %#@!
$#&@ing awesome spitting box of trees, got you ^!$$%s
Shaking like it's Parkinsons from the !@$%oris of Kelly Clarkson's dick

Ironing you ^!$$%s now it's time to start some %#@!
Drown your (*##$ in a tub of### and throw a shark in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it

Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
Get the Zippo and spark the %#@!

Hop back in the van and then depart the (*##$
Killed him on his own track, the !@$)got shouldn't have started it