Tyler, The Creator, Hodgy - Sandwitches lyrics

Odd Future wolf Gang
They are them we are us
Kill them all (Do it with me)
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, bitch
Bitch over there in the yellow, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang say it loud!
Like you mean it! Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Nigga had the fucking nerve
To call me immature
Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear fucking suit's and
Make good decisions?
Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang

Who the fuck invited Mr i Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy in a
Blog because his music sucks? (I did)
Well, you fucking up
And truthfully I had enough
And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch
I'm ashing 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, 401ks, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that
We ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is
Playing with dick i'm jealous as shit
Cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do
I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck 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 fucking 'bout it, 'bout it
Like I'm Master P in '96
It's fucking immaculate
The way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick
Inside her alley oop
The Golf Wang hooligans is fucking
Up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking
Rules is fucking cool again
I'm going harder than a
Midget jumping over me chronic youth
I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that
Bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me
Ugh

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf 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

My love is gone for you mami
You could 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 smoke a J of weed
And take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church
They singing and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars
Scumbags and 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, 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

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf 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

It was hilarious
Well it ain't fucking funny now
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into
A hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach
Replace the baby with some fucking pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks
The nigga 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 fucking shit
And if you disagree
Suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking clique
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's
Who we really fucking with, bitch

And we don't fucking make horrorcore
You fucking idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you
Put it in a box, wolf Gang