Sandwitches

Produced by: Tyler, The Creator
<Intro: Tyler>
******** had the *******ing nerve to call me immature
******* you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear *******ing suits and make good decisions?
******* that ********, Wolf Gang
<Verse 1: Tyler>
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 *******ing up, and truthfully I had enough
And ******* rolling papers, I'm a rebel, *******, I'm ashing 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, 41k's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged *******s got to learn that we ain't taking no *******
Like Ellen DeGeneres ******** is playing with *******
I'm jealous as *******, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "******* 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 *******ing 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's *******ing immaculate, the way your daughter smacking *******s
Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic ******* inside her alley oop
The Golf Wang hooligans, is *******ing up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is *******ing cool again
I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in ******* ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
******* a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh
<Chorus>
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf 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
<Verse 2: Hodgy>
My love is gone for you mami, 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 ****, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, ******* church, they singing and the ******* ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores 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, looking for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my ******* dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
<Chorus>
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf 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
<Verse 3: Hodgy>
It was hilarious, well it ain't *******ing funny now
I'll push this *******ing pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some *******ing 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
<Tyler>
Free Earl, that's the *******ing *******
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered *******s
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the *******ing clique
Golf Wang kill them all ********, triple six
******* 2*******Boyz, all them ********s *******
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really *******ing with, *******
<Outro>
And we don't *******ing make horrorcore, you *******ing idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang