[Tyler, the Creator]
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Wolf fuckin Haley
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I'm not fuckin crazy, fuckin crazy
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Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
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Okay, it's my turn to rap (do that!)
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Fuckin modern day Ian Curtis I oughta been
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The motherfuckin (Bull)s was hotter than a Dennis (Rod-a-Man)
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All the men and girls was tied up inside a cottage and
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Raquel, Riley, Brandon, Alexis fuckin Milan and them
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House's egg yolkin, muh'fuckin ain't jokin
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Throats chokin hulkin that muh'fuckers like I'm Hulk Hogan
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Halloween at Neverland Ranch? I'm Macaulay Culkin
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Fuckin Superbad swag when I murder Seth Rogen
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I'm sick, this asthma, takin six Robitussin
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I'm fuckin this game up; no Trojans for the semen
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On the boat you better vote and fuckin pray
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Even though the Pope is bogus
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Even though I'm hyped the dopest, 2Dope don't wanna post us
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Copy all we are off how we all are rockin
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And they kosher but don't trip my pockets got a loaf of that
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I'll show you how you're 'sposed to rap
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Yeah, for the blonde bitches
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They say they enjoy the vision
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I'm the man now the boys missin from the decision
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My television is eclectic
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How can he move on Waka Flocka back to Joy Division?
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Yeah, I said that I received info now the surgeon's missing
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Probably cause I dressed up as a nurse
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Went it to his office, gave him his cup of coffee
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Aw, now he is feelin nauseous? Buzzin me to walk in
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Takin all the doctor calls, ask her to prescribe
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a bunch of shit that he can munch and such
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He asked what was in the coffee, I just coughed a blush
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What'chu say? (Hey! Wait, you'rer not! WHAT THE FUCK!!)
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Hit him with the uppercut then cut him up
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with the roughest tools, and I found out the Wolves had
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aten some sections of ugly sluts
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Fuck! Now I got blood on my new fuckin sneakers and stuff
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Fuck it, storage room where this doctor's gettin his body stuffed
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By this fuckin awesome thrashin African that's marvelous
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With green Supreme hats, smoker's head, it was a pot of luck
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I love Taylor Swift, date rape sirloin
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In a wife beater with a Chris Brown iron on
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Bitch, I'm tighter than a stogie and a lighter
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The cuts that's on Taylor or the Braces when I bite her
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After that I will retain her from leavin gaps and gashes
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when I brush her with the rubber bands leavin gummy rashes
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Laughin gas, pass her out, fool beat this
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Cause I'll do to her what my father didn't really give
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And that's not hard to figure out but just in case it is
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I'll make it really hard to get it out, if you catch my drift
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(Wolf, Gang, fuck!!!!!!!!!!)
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Leather Head
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All |