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Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us |
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Books on not giving a f*ck, is what they referring us |
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Wolves I know you heard of us, we're murderous |
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And young enough to get the f*cking priest to come and flirt with us |
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You n*ggas rap about f*cking b*tches and getting head |
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Instead I rap about f*cking b*tches and getting heads |
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While you n*ggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead |
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Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby |
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I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist |
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I f*ck b*tches with no permission and tend to hate shit |
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And brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter |
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Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox |
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Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category |
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Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store |
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This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore |
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That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours |
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(Umbrella) I hate this, screaming f*ck patience |
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Got a n*gga shaking like the calmest f*cking Haitian |
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After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went |
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I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick |
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I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose |
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Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose |
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She running around this motherf*cking dungeon, her legs loose |
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Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops |
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Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one |
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Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system |
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Rape a pregnant b*tch and tell my friends I had a threesome |
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You got a f*cking death wish, I'm a genie it'll get done |
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Nice to meet you but it's more pleasant to eat you |
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With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup |
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B*tch I'm Tyler the Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches |
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Rubber more than the f*cking bottom of a sneaker |
