Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, demons say they preferring us
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Books on not giving a fuck, well they referring us (Wolf Gang)
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Wolves I know you heard of us, we're murderers
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And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us
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You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head
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Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads
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While you niggas stacking bread, I could stack a couple dead
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Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby
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I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist
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I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit
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And brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter
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And proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
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Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category
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Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store
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This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown wanna kick a whore
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That make songs about the wet blot when it rains and pours (Umbrella)
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I hate this, screaming fuck patience
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Got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking Haitians
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After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went
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I wanna be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick
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I make this damn Bullwinkle a red moose
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Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose
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She run around this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose
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Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
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Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one
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Honey on that taco when I stuff you in my system
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Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome
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You got a fucking death wish, I'm a genie it'll get done
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Nice to meet you but it's more pleasant to eat you
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With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup
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Bitch I'm Tyler the Creature, suck your feet up like a beacher
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Beat ya rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker
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Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her
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In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang ride around deeper
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Take her to Ladera now she's getting scared and you're embarrassed
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Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands
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Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics
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Stear her, Steve say it costs ten to fuck Eric
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Put her in the lake her body seems great
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Now it's time to fish her like Derek
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Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust
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Snuff and sniffing out at Michael Jackson's tryna suck our dick
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Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies should leave the squatters
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Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and a Keke Palmer
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They will never catch him or catch up
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They asked me what it was I told them fuckers it was ketchup
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Nutty like my chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum
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Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus throwing sets up, yep
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This the type of shit that make children break in apartments
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When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love 'em 'til they heart thin
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Starve her 'til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover
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Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder
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Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland
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Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossing the border
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I be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
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Cause I be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter (Fuck Mary)
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I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins
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Sicker than a starving Nigerian kid's barfing
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah
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With your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister
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Evident that I'm the shit, I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick
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I got these cracker doctors saying yeah Bob, this nigger's sick
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Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry
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Because I'm the blackest skinhead since India Arie
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I don't smoke weed so no need for the matches
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Said fuck coke and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes
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Plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma
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Being the only bastard in a box logo casket
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Rashes on my dick from licks from shishkabob Sagets
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In some Kanye West glasses screaming out fuck faggots
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Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's dick
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Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic
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Tron Cat
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