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[Verse 1: Earl] We come through mopping, like janitors Smoking kush nuggets the size of f*cking tarantulas Blow got me amped as f*ck, hold n*ggas backing up And that n*gga Short tell that n*gga Jasper swag me up Swag me up, swag is us, who can tell me how to f*ck? Our number one fans are faggots who used to laugh at us Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was "Um, y'all dope, Wolf Gang just the (?)" Yeah the dabradors take your head chop off No father, f*ck being proper b*tch, we're popping off And to top it off I'm dropping monster monologues As hot enough to piss your local arson off That's me spitting this f*cking garbage toss As you n*ggas, n*ggas get familiar with the art of loss Switch swag on you little d*ck fags You f*cking dead b*tch, chips up on my spiff bag with your b*tch ass [Hook] She call me crazy, they call me crazy They call me shady but it's a chordaroy life I'm living baby, I'm living baby I'm living baby, it's a chordaroy life And you call me shady, call me crazy Call me lazy, I ain't your baby It's a chordaroy life that I'm living hazy It's a chordaroy life that I'm living phase me [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] People love Hodgy I hate you though I don't precipitate b*tch, I H2O And I move across your membrane, you loose against my insane Thoughts, cause you're an outsider trying to get in brain I like girls but I don't f*ck with tramps I'm elephant tusking and they suck your lance I'm shaving off my boot hairs deciduosly Break jaws Mr. Vigora, rigorously I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze I got weed for less than a percentage of a f*cking (?) New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection B*tch I got my swag called, natural protection Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons I brandish and I flash tools and I have full stepping I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til I can see the light Feed n*ggas shells like my motherf*cking beach is nice [Hook] [Verse 3: Tyler] When I say "Wolf Gang", you say "F*ck that" Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt raps Fingers in the middle of b*tches bodacious buttcracks Enough f*cking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped This is f*ck music, let a couple sluts use it Show their boobs, and I'll hop out the booth when I'm done pooping Grab a couple *gats*, stuff them in the backpack Then take them to school for show and tell day screaming "F*ck students" Backing up a bunch of fatherless kids and a pack of dust Could f*cking splat and show you the f*cking Iraq in us A bunch of f*cking wolves and rats having niggers the size of Shaq Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck Killing these n*ggas off quick Don't believe me? Then watch me empty out a full clip Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch That wasn't bullets, that was copies of Bastard, you b*tch [Hook] |