Tyler, The Creator - Sandwitches Lyrics
[Intro: Tyler]Nigga had the *****ing nerve to call me immature***** you think I made Odd Future for?To wear *****ing suits and make good decisions?***** that nigga, Wolf Gang[Verse 1: Tyler]Who the ***** invited Mr. I Don't Give a *****Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)Well, you *****ing up, and truthfully I had enoughAnd ***** rolling papers, I'm a rebel, *****, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)Full of shit, like I ate that JohnCome on kids, ***** that class and hit that bongLet's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and momWith nice homes, 41k's, and nice ass lawnsThose privileged *****s got to learn that we ain't taking no shitLike Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with dickI'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come toSo, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "***** you"I got ten of these Kennedy'sNot Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery'preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosyI'm *****ing 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96It's *****ing immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicksSurprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley youThe Golf Wang hooligans, is *****ing up the school againAnd showing you and yours that breaking rules is *****ing cool againI'm going harder than a midget jumping over meChronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in *****es ovariesPunches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be***** a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh[Hook]Wolf Gang, Wolf GangIt's the Wolf Gang, Wolf GangIt's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf GangIt's the Wolf Gang, Golf WangIt's the Wolf Gang, Wolf GangWolf Gang, triple six crewIt's the Wolf Gang, Golf WangWolf Gang kill them[Verse 2: Hodgy]My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearsesI'm sick in the brain dumb *****, can you nurse this?You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfectThen you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churchesUh, ***** church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth itIn the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, *****You told me God was the answerWhen I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancerI'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angelKill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangleTriple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr[Hook][Verse 3: Hodgy]It was hilarious, well it ain't *****ing funny nowI'll push this *****ing pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the groundI step through the stomach, replace the baby with some *****ing pounds"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanksI'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank[Tyler]Free Earl, that's the *****ing shitAnd if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicksUm, Wolf Gang, that's the *****ing cliqueGolf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six***** 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas *****esWe don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really *****ing with, *****[Outro]And we don't *****ing make horrorcore, you *****ing idiotsListen deeper than the music before you put it in a box
