text: Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
  But somethin was always missin like six digits, lucky seven
  Probably poppa, little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
  Things changed when I hassled back, so, David hit the pavement
  With this grapple rap, Snapple fact: you rather wack
  While I am poppin like a snappin crack
  So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts
  Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin cattle tracks
  Action packed nipple squeezin, boy colder than sniffle season
  Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen
  So when the street is split, dont act surprised, agree with it
  The gang of wolves that creeps in crypts
  As deep as Dawsons Creek and shit
  I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
  I know I got skills, why you think Im posted boastin?
  Braggin, tell these faggots to stop naggin
  Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like
  Uh, was always fucked up as shit with it
  But I didnt cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
  I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin with Uncle Mervin
  Fuckin yall with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
  I preach to demons at your church, now Im the newest sermon
  Wearin nothin but they fuckin blast with the matchin turban
  I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin
  Hittin curbs and blastin Erick Sermon, drunk off English bourbon
  Im stealin purses, rapin nurses, Im a crooked surgeon
  And treat the beat like sanitized Nazi puss, Im a German
  Im squirtin while Im masturbatin and regurgitatin
  From eatin Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin
  My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
  So bitches hate to do me like ex-convict community service
  This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin ticket
  Odd Future Wolf Gang, like theyre filmin Twilight in this bitch
  Im back on my sixty six sick shit
  Flowin like the blood out the competitions slit wrists
  She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
  She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura
  Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
  Hello Heather yellow feathers, now you aint laughin, huh?
  Bitch, youre barely breathin, leavin on the back of the boat
  While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
  Flowin like the creampie inside of your daughter
  Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
  I grab the saw and sawed her arm off and auctioned it
  And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
  Fuckin awesome, spittin box of trees, got you niggas
  Shakin like its Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarksons dick
  Ironin you niggas now its time to starch the shit
  Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
  Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
  Find Earl laying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out
  Sharpen it, stab him, put a arch on it
  Pour unleaded gas on him, get the Zippo and spark the shit
  Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
  Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldnt have started it