Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

[Intro:
Nigga had the fuckin' nerve to call me
Fuck you think I Odd Future for?
To fuckin' suits and make good decisions?
Fuck nigga, Wolf Gang

[Verse 1:
Who the invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy in a because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fuckin' up, and I had enough
And fuck Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashin' (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with and mom
With nice homes, 401k's, and nice ass
Those privileged gotta learn that we ain't takin' no shit
Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playin' with dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to to
So, if you do I'm fingers out screamin' "fuck you"
I got ten of Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with
I'm fuckin' 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm P in '96
It's fuckin' immaculate, way your daughter smackin' dicks
Surprised she hasn't taked the dick inside her alley you
The Golf hooligans, is fuckin' up the school again
And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is cool again
I'm goin' than a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in bitches
Punches to the where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know me, ugh

Wolf Gang, Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Gang
the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Gang
Gang, triple six crew
It's the Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill

[Verse 2:
My is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this
you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singin' and the ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, lookin' for my
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

[Verse 3:
It was hilarious, well it fuckin' funny now
push this fuckin' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the with some fuckin' pounds
"My daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it yummy and her mildew stank, uhh

Free Earl, the fuckin' shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, the fuckin' clique
Golf Wang them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all niggas bitches
We don't y'all, The Fader's who we really fuckin' with, bitch

[Outro:
And we don't fuckin' make horrorcore, you fuckin'
deeper than the music before you put it in a box,