[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Alright, um, Wolf Haley, Odd Future, Wolf Gang ^!$$%
You know what, you know $#&@ it

I don't even wanna go
I'm gonna let my little brother Earl Sweatshirt get on you ^!$$%s
Hey Earl, hit em


[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
So I'm guessin' there's questions that need addressing, huh?

Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em
Hand'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
$#&@ing chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son

Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em
Let the crowd choose who can $#&@ing last longer
It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer

Lose least, ^!$$%s lost like the last blanca chica
That we picked up at the last concert
Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels

He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony
How come he's not in counseling? $#&@a's loud while he's sound asleep
Heard he was dope as Sour D, ^!$$%, was Courage cowardly?

Stay Gold, alchemy, ^!$$% we rap's Alpha Team
Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Now watch him count the bodies like (*##$es be counting calories

[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]

$#&@ with the Wolves, we starting to bark viciously
Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead (*##$es be
Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

That !@&! was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free
Had to duct tape the mother goose; the mask was off
I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off

Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my ba!@&(t
Cause I've been doing this since Pooh $#&@ed Christopher Robinson
Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly

Dirty rotten !@$@ picked it from a cotton gin
Do not give a $#&@ I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick
But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip

Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard
The favorite !@$@ turned into Freddy Kruger

And this that raw %#@!, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna

All you $#&@ing bloggin' !@$)gots yappin' up that extra %#@!
I'll shove !@&! down your throat, regurgitate my excrement
Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries

Meka scary, turn his white $$# to a Jim Carrey twin
A $#&@in' sausage fest will them shaky ^!$$%s get married then
2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians


[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
$#&@ing !@$)gots

Wolf Gang, Kill Em' All
Don't give a $#&@, litter life
Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator

I mean, Wolf Haley
$#&@ing radical


[Outro: Jasper Dolphin]
Haha ^!$$%s murdered this %#@!, know what I'm saying
$#&@ them dope !@$)gots my ^!$$%

We don't give a $#&@ ^!$$%, we a wolf pack my ^!$$%, we keep you up barking and %#@! ^!$$%
^!$$%s, little ^!$$%s doing it big, know what I'm saying, y'all ^!$$%s 40 and %#@! still in the game
These young ^!$$%s come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that %#@!, know what I'm saying

Give me a iced out mother$#&@ing Odd Future donut chain, like $#&@ everybody else ^!$$%