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Testo Sandwitches
Testo Sandwitches
(Tyler speaking) Nigga had the fuckin nerve to call me immature - what the fuck you think I made Odd Future for? To wear fuckin suits and make good decisions? Fuck that nigga. Wolf Gang
(Tyler)
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck?
Who cries about his daddy in the blog because his music sucks (I did)
Well you fuckin up and truthfully I've had enough
Fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel bitch, I'm ashin blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit like I ate that john Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401k's and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks gotta learn that we ain't takin no shit
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playin with dick
I'm jealous as shit
Cuz I ain't got no home meal to come to
So if you do, I'm throwin fingers out screamin FUCK YOU
I got ten of these
Kennedys
Not Dom
But if I was a Dahm I would be Jeffrey
Supreme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I fuckin bout it bout it like I'm Master P in 96
It's fuckin immaculate The way your daughter's smackin dicks
Surprised she hasn't took the nasty dick inside her ally you
The Golf Wang hooligans is fuckin up the school again
And showin you and yours that breakin rules is fuckin cool again
I'm goin harder than a midget jumpin over me
Chronic youth - I'm shovin blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck the mask, I want that ho to know it's me
Wolf Gang, wolf gang
It's the wolf gang, wolf gang
etc.........
(Hodgy)
My love is gone for you mommy
You can ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain
Dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoked a J of weed and take us kids to the church
Fuck church, they singin and this this shit ain't even worth it
In the choir whores and liars, scumbags in the dirt bitch
You told me god was the answer
When I ask him for shit I get no answer
So god is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles
Lookin for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw and let my balls dangle
Triple 6 is my number
You can get it off my Tumblr (hahahaha)
Hook
(Hodgy)
It was hilarious, but it ain't fuckin funny now
I'll push this fuckin pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step on her stomach, replace the baby with some fuckin pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoots rounds"
Cuz if I shoot blanks, oops thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank
Uhhh
(Tyler)
Free Earl, that's the fuckin shit
And if you disagree suck a couple pimple covered dicks
UMM
Wolf Gang - that's the fuckin clique
Golf Wang, Kill Em All nigga, triple 6
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches
We don't need ya'll - Fader's who we're really fuckin with
bitch
We don't make fuckin horror core you fuckin idiots,
Listen to the music before you put it in a box
(Tyler)
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck?
Who cries about his daddy in the blog because his music sucks (I did)
Well you fuckin up and truthfully I've had enough
Fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel bitch, I'm ashin blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit like I ate that john Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401k's and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks gotta learn that we ain't takin no shit
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playin with dick
I'm jealous as shit
Cuz I ain't got no home meal to come to
So if you do, I'm throwin fingers out screamin FUCK YOU
I got ten of these
Kennedys
Not Dom
But if I was a Dahm I would be Jeffrey
Supreme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I fuckin bout it bout it like I'm Master P in 96
It's fuckin immaculate The way your daughter's smackin dicks
Surprised she hasn't took the nasty dick inside her ally you
The Golf Wang hooligans is fuckin up the school again
And showin you and yours that breakin rules is fuckin cool again
I'm goin harder than a midget jumpin over me
Chronic youth - I'm shovin blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck the mask, I want that ho to know it's me
Wolf Gang, wolf gang
It's the wolf gang, wolf gang
etc.........
(Hodgy)
My love is gone for you mommy
You can ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain
Dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoked a J of weed and take us kids to the church
Fuck church, they singin and this this shit ain't even worth it
In the choir whores and liars, scumbags in the dirt bitch
You told me god was the answer
When I ask him for shit I get no answer
So god is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles
Lookin for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw and let my balls dangle
Triple 6 is my number
You can get it off my Tumblr (hahahaha)
Hook
(Hodgy)
It was hilarious, but it ain't fuckin funny now
I'll push this fuckin pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step on her stomach, replace the baby with some fuckin pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoots rounds"
Cuz if I shoot blanks, oops thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank
Uhhh
(Tyler)
Free Earl, that's the fuckin shit
And if you disagree suck a couple pimple covered dicks
UMM
Wolf Gang - that's the fuckin clique
Golf Wang, Kill Em All nigga, triple 6
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches
We don't need ya'll - Fader's who we're really fuckin with
bitch
We don't make fuckin horror core you fuckin idiots,
Listen to the music before you put it in a box
- Fucking Young / Perfect
- Enjoy Right Now, Today
- OKRA
- Trashwang
- IFHY
- Steak Sauce
- See You Again
- FRENCH!
- Goblin
- Potato Salad
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