Tyler, The Creator – Sandwitches (Guitar)

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         Odd Future

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Wolf Gang

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They are them

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We are us

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   Kill them  all (Do it with me)

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 Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on

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Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, bitch, bitch over there in the yellow, come on

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Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

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Say it loud!

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Like you mean it!

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Wolf Gang

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     N***a had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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 Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?

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To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?

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 Fuck that n***a, Wolf Gang

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  Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck

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Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)

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Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough

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And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)

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Full of shit, like I ate that john

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Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns

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Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick

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I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to

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So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck you"

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 I got ten of these Kennedy's

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Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery

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'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy

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I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96

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It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley-oop

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The Golf Wang hooligans is fucking up the school again

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And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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 I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me

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Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries

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Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be

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Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

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It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

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Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang

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It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang

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It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

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Wolf Gang, triple six crew

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It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang

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Wolf Gang kill them

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My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses

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I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?

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You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches

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Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it

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In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch

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You told me God was the answer

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When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer

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I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

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Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

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Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

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Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

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It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

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Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang

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It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang

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It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang

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Wolf Gang, triple six crew

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It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang

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Wolf Gang kill them

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 It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

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I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

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I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the n***a also shoot rounds"

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 Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhhh

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 Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them n****s bitches

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We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with,

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   Bitch