text: Alright, um, Wolf Haley, Odd Future, Wolf Gang nigga
  You know what, you know, fuck it
  I dont even wanna go
  Im gonna let my little brother Earl Sweatshirt get on you niggas
  Hey Earl, hit em...
  So Im guessing theres questions that need addressing, huh?
  Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking em
  Hand em tracks, he destined to make a mess of em
  Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds, check em son
  Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
  Fucking chin-checking punks til hes outta breath and done
  No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son
  Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of em
  Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer
  Its the rap monger, rap monster, Earl Sweat, attack, conquer
  Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica
  That we picked up at the last concert
  Please, get out your seat, get out your seat, verses written with scalpels
  Hes the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony
  How come hes not in counseling? Fuckers loud while hes sound asleep
  Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga, was Courage cowardly?
  Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we raps alpha team
  Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
  And a nose full of chowder, hes chopping up all the doubters see
  Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories
  Fuck with the Wolves, we starting to bark viciously
  Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be
  Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand
  That Bastard was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free
  Had to duct tape the mother goose; the mask was off
  I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off
  Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement
  Cause Ive been doing this since Pooh fucked Christopher Robinson
  Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
  Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin
  Do not give a fuck Ive got the swagger of a virgins dick
  But if I did it would be bigger than Earls upper lip
  Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
  I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverlys favorite wizard
  The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger
  And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
  From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
  Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna
  All you fucking bloggin faggots yappin up that extra shit
  Ill shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement
  Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies theyre Peter like boysenberries
  Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin
  A fuckin sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then
  2DopeBoyz dont want beef, theyre just overweight vegetarians
  Fucking faggots
  Wolf Gang, Kill Em All
  Dont give a fuck, litter life
  Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator
  I mean, Wolf Haley
  Fucking radical
  Haha Niggas murdered this shit, know what I’m saying
  Odd Future Wolf Gang, know what I’m saying
  Fuck them dope faggots my niggas
  We don’t give a fuck nigga, we a wolf pack my nigga, we keep you up barking and shit nigga
  Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what I’m saying, yall niggas 40 and shit still in the game
  These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out all that shit, know what I’m saying
  Give me a iced out motherfucking Odd Future donut chain, like fuck everybody else nigga, Wolf Gang