Sandwitches - Tyler, the Creator feat Hodgy Beats

[Intro: Tyler]
N_gga had the f_cking nerve to call me immature
F_ck you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear f_cking suits and make good decisions?
F_ck that n_gga, Wolf Gang

[Verse 1: Tyler]
Who the f_ck invited Mr. I Don't Give a F_ck
Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music s_cks? (I did!)
Well, you f_cking up, and truthfully I had enough
And f_ck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, b_tch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of sh_t, like I ate that John
Come on kids, f_ck 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 ass lawns
Those privileged f_cks got to learn that we ain't taking no sh_t
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with d_ck
I'm jealous as sh_t, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "f_ck 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_cking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's f_cking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking d_cks
Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty d_ck inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is f_cking up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is f_cking cool again
I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in b_tches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
F_ck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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 Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
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_tch, 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_ck church, they singing and the sh_t ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, b_tch
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for sh_t, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr


[Verse 3: Hodgy]
It was hilarious, well it ain't f_cking funny now
I'll push this f_cking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f_cking pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the n_gga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

Free Earl, that's the f_cking sh_t
And if you disagree, s_ck a couple pimple-covered d_cks
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the f_cking clique
Golf Wang kill them all n_gga, triple six
F_ck 2DopeBoyz, all them n_ggas b_tches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really f_cking with, b_tch

And we don't f_cking make horrorcore, you f_cking idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box

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