[Intro: Tyler, The Creator] Alright, um, Wolf Haley, Odd Future, Wolf Gang nigga You know what, you know fuck it I don't even wanna go I'm gonna let my little brother Earl Sweatshirt get on you niggas Hey Earl, hit em
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] So I'm guessin' there's questions that need addressing, huh? Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em Hand'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica That we picked up at the last concert Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony How come he's not in counseling? Fucka's loud while he's sound asleep Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga, was Courage cowardly? Stay Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator] Fuck with the Wolves, we starting to bark viciously Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand That Bastard was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free Had to duct tape the mother goose; the mask was off I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement Cause I've been doing this since Pooh fucked Christopher Robinson Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin Do not give a fuck I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard The favorite nigger turned into Freddy Kruger And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then 2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator] Fucking faggots Wolf Gang, Kill 'Em All Don't give a fuck, litter life Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator I mean, Wolf Haley Fucking radical
[Outro: Jasper Dolphin] Haha Niggas murdered this shit, know what I'm saying Fuck them dope faggots my nigga We don't give a fuck nigga, we a wolf pack my nigga, we keep you up barking and shit nigga Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what I'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what I'm saying Give me a iced out motherfucking Odd Future donut chain, like fuck everybody else nigga WOLF GANG!!!