Tamale

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!!!

They say Ive calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? （Umm）
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I dont give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think youre getting cash, no bitch, youre dumb
The only thing that youre gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, （Where the drums at?）
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee hes a goddamn nigger
And while youre at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, Im calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
nstantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

Why yall so salty, Hot Tamale is on
A can of beans bitch Im on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if hes tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a bimmer, E46

Have you heard 48, motherfucka Im great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, cause hes puffin the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like （Fuck that disease!）
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
Im back like Im Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like 'Youre going to jail now!
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale ! Tamale!

Why yall so salty, Hot Tamale is on

A can of beans bitch Im on, your boy is bad to the bone
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?

Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, （can you kick it?）
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I'm a CO fuck Michael bitch I'm badder than my BO
Find me and lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
Yeah Buddy, （?）, Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Go Fuck You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!

Why yall so salty, Hot Tamale is on
Cant agree? bitch im on
Your boy is bad to the bone
How many fags can a lightbulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be twos and sixes
And tell the NRA Im about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierres hair with a crucifix

How many ladies in the house?

How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga , huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin
Hope my Mom dont catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I dont need lube, dryfit suits me

Up and down, friction with the sound, shits kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shits so damn embarrassinglike
Oh shit, aw fuck.

Clancy: What the fuck!
Wolf: Aw, Im sorry.
Clancy: Is that my shirt?
Wolf: Yeah sorry I needed something

Clancy: Clean that shit up, were going to the office!