Lyrics

[Intro] So many good reviews off of Bastard I celebrated getting masturbated by my pastor Now he's in a plastic, on the kitchen table Near a bowl of Lucky Charms and the newest Thrasher [Verse 1] When I say Wolf Gang, you say fuck that Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt wraps Fingers in the middle of bitches bodacious butt cracks Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped Um, that's not a potato, give me my gun back Before I blast bigger than pimples on Big Pun's back Black fat bitches was washin' on my dishes And using my large stick on her lips like my cum's chapped I love Jews, but I hate faggots And bitches who be nagging about me taking the trash out I got a fuckin' can of whoop ass, who wants to pack it? Going ape shit in the newest Bape straight jacket With six dicks and chapsticks, thicker than my black lips Six sippie cups full of sick shit enhancements Wolf Gang spit right Ain't been this much fuckin' crack rock music since Freeway had a Flipside (Damn) So get low, lower than a ditch I'm with some retarded bitch, hoping she know how to kiss slow They know, I'm the clinic's aid and I'm sick So they clap for me kinda like a herpe on the lip With some tutor bitch, tryna tickle with her cooter This bitch acting I still did not know with it Until I put this cock on, the end of clitoris Fucking this game, I used this shit as spit as lubricant So who you with? (Umm, fuck you) I got this fuckin' gun, you better say "Yes", you stupid bitch Before you lose your wrist and Richard make you chew some dick I'm fucking crazy, well I guess I am if these shoes will fit (Aah) Fuck the Key club, they wanna ban 'em I got fucking fans from Compton to Montana To Indiana, where deaf dwarfs still don't understand 'em Because yelling at midgets is like me beefing with Brandun (Fuck him) Stomp 'em out, with these crab ass Nikes Make it look like some slob, scribbled all on his white Tee Invite me, come on, you got a better chance to getting Shake My dad and Earl's motherfuckin' momma to like me (Bitch) Animals is farming you, Patrick, this is barnacles Sandy gave Ace a sponge job at the carnivals And SpongeBob got his head knocked from the first that Ace got Nigga's soft as baby cock in a cotton swab [Verse 2] This that fuck music, but you shouldn't fuck to it Shouldn't give one when your bumping in the trunk to it Grab a couple gats, stuff 'em in your backpack and then take them to school For show and tell day screamin' "Fuck students" Locate the bitch that didn't wanna give you kiss Then get her tits, then use your fists to add a couple lumps to it Shoot the faculty for taking hats, you stupid But skip the music teacher and the janitor you real cool with Continue this procedure until lunch is through with Go home out the back like a scared student Keep a low pro, until you on your block And then you just make it home in time for new news brief at 2ish (Stuck at all this bible study) Shit is not fun Me and Wolf Gang go jump nuns for hot fun Plan was to bail when shots heard, and cops come (Bow) But I'm still punchin' this bitch out, I'm not done (Bitch) Sittin' in my room masturbating (Ah) Truthful, these lyrics are relating like my dad did I make music for teenagers and bad ass kids Bastard touched more boys than your local church did Killing these niggas off quick Don't believe me then watch me empty out a full clip Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch That wasn't bullets, that was copies of Bastard you bitch (Bow, bow, bow) [Outro] This my (Bow bow, motherfucker) (Pancake, pancake, oatmeal, oatmeal) This my first shit that I recorded in three months I don't even wanna mix this shit I'ma just give it to y'all niggas raw Wolf Gang, free Earl Ah shit, I fuckin' took the headphones out