Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me
Fuck you I made Odd Future for?
To wear fucking and make good decisions?
Fuck nigga, Wolf Gang

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a
Who cries about his and a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you up, and truthfully I had enough
And fuck papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate John
on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, one K's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't no shit
Like Ellen clitoris is playing with dick
I'm jealous as shit, 'cause I got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing out screaming "fuck you"
I got ten of Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be
'preme hat the color of a with leprosy
I'm fucking it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in ninety six
It's immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is up the school again
And showing you and that breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid to be
Fuck a mask, I that ho to know it's me, ugh

Wolf Gang, Wolf
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, six crew
the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf kill them

My love is gone for you mommy, you ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you this?
You me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, and the dirt, bitch
You me God was the answer
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the
I'm stuck in triangles, for my angel
me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

It was hilarious, well it fucking funny now
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking
"My baby shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her stank

Free Earl, the fucking shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered
Um, Wolf Gang, the fucking clique
Golf kill them all nigga, triple six
2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with,

And we don't fucking make horror-core, you idiots
Listen deeper the music before you put it in a box