[Intro: Tyler]
n**** had the f*****' nerve to call me immature
f*** you think I made Odd Future for?
To wearin' f*****' suits and make good decisions?
f*** that n****, Wolf Gang
[Verse 1: Tyler]
Who the f*** invited Mr. I Don't Give a f***
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you f*****' up, and truthfully I had enough
And f*** Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, b****, I'm ashin' blunts (Sorry)
Full of s***, like I ate that John
Come on kids, f*** 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 a** lawns
Those privileged f**** gotta learn that we ain't takin' no s***
Like Ellen Degeneres c******* is playin' with d***
I'm jealous as s***, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out screamin' "f*** 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 f*****' 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's f*****' immaculate, they way your daughter smackin' d***s
Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty d*** inside her alley you
The Golf w*** hooligans, is f*****' up the school again
And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is f*****' cool again
I'm goin' harder than a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in b****** ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that b****** kid supposed to be
f*** a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh
[Hook]
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 w***
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf w***
Wolf Gang kill them
[Verse 2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb b****, 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, f*** church, they singin' and the s*** ain't even worth it
In the choir, w****s and liars, scumbags and the dirt, b****
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for s***, 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 b**** dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Hodgy]
It was hilarious, well it ain't f*****' funny now
I'll push this f*****' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f*****' pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the n**** also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhh
[Tyler]
Free Earl, that's the f*****' s***
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered d***s
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the f*****' clique
Golf w*** kill them all n****, triple six
f*** 2DopeBoyz, all them n***** b******
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really f*****' with, b****
[Outro: Tyler]
And we don't f*****' make horrorcore, you f*****' idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box
n**** had the f*****' nerve to call me immature
f*** you think I made Odd Future for?
To wearin' f*****' suits and make good decisions?
f*** that n****, Wolf Gang
[Verse 1: Tyler]
Who the f*** invited Mr. I Don't Give a f***
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you f*****' up, and truthfully I had enough
And f*** Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, b****, I'm ashin' blunts (Sorry)
Full of s***, like I ate that John
Come on kids, f*** 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 a** lawns
Those privileged f**** gotta learn that we ain't takin' no s***
Like Ellen Degeneres c******* is playin' with d***
I'm jealous as s***, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out screamin' "f*** 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 f*****' 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's f*****' immaculate, they way your daughter smackin' d***s
Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty d*** inside her alley you
The Golf w*** hooligans, is f*****' up the school again
And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is f*****' cool again
I'm goin' harder than a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in b****** ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that b****** kid supposed to be
f*** a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh
[Hook]
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 w***
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf w***
Wolf Gang kill them
[Verse 2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb b****, 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, f*** church, they singin' and the s*** ain't even worth it
In the choir, w****s and liars, scumbags and the dirt, b****
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for s***, 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 b**** dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Hodgy]
It was hilarious, well it ain't f*****' funny now
I'll push this f*****' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f*****' pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the n**** also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhh
[Tyler]
Free Earl, that's the f*****' s***
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered d***s
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the f*****' clique
Golf w*** kill them all n****, triple six
f*** 2DopeBoyz, all them n***** b******
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really f*****' with, b****
[Outro: Tyler]
And we don't f*****' make horrorcore, you f*****' idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box