Satan's gettin' jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferrin' us
Books on not givin' a f**k is what they're referring us (Wolf Gang)
Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderers
And young enough to get the f**king priest to come and flirt with us (Bitch)
You n**gas rap about f**king bitches and getting head
Instead, I rap about f**king bitches and gettin' heads
While you n**gas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby (Ah)
I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist
I f**k bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions in a rhymin' pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our categore
Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a w**re
That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella)
I hate this, screamin', "F**k patience"
Got a n**ga shakin' like the calmest f**king Haitian (Ha-ha)
After chronic masturbation, askin' where Mary Kate went
I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick (Hate dick)
I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose
She runnin' 'round this motherf**king dungeon, her legs loose (On God)
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one (La, la)
Honey on that toppin' when I stuff you in my system (La, la)
Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome (La, la)
You got a f**king death wish? I'm a genie, it'll get done
Nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some dressin' pourin' out a teacup
Bitch, I'm Tyler, The Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
Rubber more than the f**king bottom of a sneaker
Jeeper the f**king creeper, get your daughter and keep her
In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper
Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarrassed
Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands (Bitch)
Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics
Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to f**k Eric
Put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now it's time to fish her like Derek
Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson's tryin' to suck our dick
Hippopot the f**king llamas, dead bodies, cheerleadin' squaders
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