^!$$% had the $#&@in' nerve to call me immature
$#&@ you think I made Odd Future for?

To wearin' $#&@in' suits and make good decisions?
$#&@ that ^!$$%, Wolf Gang



Who the $#&@ invited Mr. I Don't Give a $#&@
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)

Well, you $#&@in' up, and truthfully I had enough
And $#&@ Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, (*##$, I'm ashin' blunts (Sorry)
Full of %#@!, like I ate that John

Come on kids, $#&@ that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401k's, and nice $$# lawns

Those privileged $#&@s gotta learn that we ain't takin' no %#@!
Like Ellen Degeneres !@$%oris is playin' with dick
I'm jealous as %#@!, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to

So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out screamin' "$#&@ you"
I got ten of these Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery

'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm $#&@in' 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's $#&@in' immaculate, they way your daughter smackin' dicks

Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is $#&@in' up the school again
And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is $#&@in' cool again

I'm goin' harder than a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in (*##$es ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that !@$( kid supposed to be

$#&@ a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh



Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang




Wolf Gang kill them



My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb (*##$, can you nurse this?

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, $#&@ church, they singin' and the %#@! ain't even worth it

In the choir, !@^%s and liars, scumbags and the dirt, (*##$
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for %#@!, I get no answer, so God is the cancer

I'm stuck in triangles, lookin' for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr






It was hilarious, well it ain't $#&@in' funny now
I'll push this $#&@in' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some $#&@in' pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the ^!$$% also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhh



Free Earl, that's the $#&@in' %#@!
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the $#&@in' clique

Golf Wang kill them all ^!$$%, triple six
$#&@ 2DopeBoyz, all them ^!$$%s (*##$es
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really $#&@in' with, (*##$



And we don't $#&@in' make horrorcore, you $#&@in' idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box