Lyrics

[Verse 1] Fucking Opposite Day, yeah, my heart beat slower When we would hold hands in the back of lawn's mower The blood pressure going to my penis got lower Like the scores of some nigga kids testing for diplomas Dreams about you spitting like a llama in a fucking Odd Futurama where your last name would be Okonma And where you deepthroating different pieces, I'm sorry But my fantasy is sicker than a herpe in a coma This is what I'm known for Ready? (Uh) We can get it hot and sweaty like a musty toaster, and the posters of you on my wall with the mouth cut out So I have paper cuts on my balls by the fucking time I pull out Life is what you should doubt, 'cause if I can't have you in the right way I'm going left, and I doubt that that's a good route Pleasure's either or, so if you're not a whore, it's no worries, I can kill you and masturbate with your blouse (Scream) Go ahead, scream, shout 'Twas was the night before we made love, not a creature was breathing, not even a damn mouse 'Twas was the night before we made love, not even a damn mouse [Interlude] (Scream) Alright [Verse 2] Hello, I'm Wolf, not even on any raping shit, 'cause there's a million fucking ways that I can make you take this dick Make you sick, and force you in a long term relationship And with that said, let's begin with head, you brainy bitch Three sixes like Gacy Dick diary, I got a bunch of kids aspiring to be an atheist I'm hiring a bunch of fucking demons to do crazy shit It's tiring when all these fucking Christians are just hating shit (The irony) Um, what's to live for? Ten whores? Canon cameras to film hardcore porn in the back of Supreme Stores? Skateboard with four more niggas in the same shit? Cult lead this earth, with the same niggas I came with Bang with the Wolf Gang, fuck trust, because in the end you'll find out you've all been fucking the same bitch And that's life, motherfucking thrust her shit Life's a bitch, I'm just trying to find a trunk to lock her in [Outro] Damn