text: Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
  Shoot for the sky like a church league, yall heard me
  Absurd G, chickens clucking for bird seeds
  But I gotta apologize, no Greece like Xerxes
  Wont heat or burn me, Im the coolest nigga here
  Usually defecation, now Im pissing in your ear
  My tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rear
  Ill bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here
  Metaphor, chilling with better whores
  Smoking then later on, I bone them like Skeletor
  What would I sell this for, this is free distribution
  Style, they straight jack it like mental institutions
  Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing
  She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing
  Yeah, cause Im the Super Sega Genesis
  Salute me, game: invented it, and you cant get no membership, little bitch
  Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
  Of my dick, head, meltin off and let it rip
  Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick
  Thats equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette
  Tyler the Creator invented some new shit
  And its probably from the Illuminati, Nazi descent, so
  If I give a fuck, its probably from my dick
  When Im Cheneyin your daughter, shes tied up inside a tent, yeah
  Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presents
  Were back like a black bitchs hairline indent
  The shit I represent is killin niggas and shit
  Thats why I traded R. Kelly my sister for a new hit
  I get it crackin like the lips of a nigga, actor
  Or a Dahmer when he invited me in for cheese and crackers
  Just to watch the Grammys, man shes so attractive
  Now hes mad and tryna run me over out with Gacys tractor
  Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green Supreme hats
  Like I was sponsored up by the fuckin Packers
  Shittin on niggas, my tongue considered a laxative
  Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lips
  Back washing to my gang, you dont wanna take a sip
  Fuck Wolf Gang, fuck what? Here lets take a trip
  Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped
  My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident
  Freshjive, yeah I get it no charge
  Dick soft as fuck, but somehow I go hard
  Forearm with my gang name, thats an old carve
  Chima Fergusons bangin, you Ace niggas is Low Card, Wolf Gang
  Niggas rollin deep, burners pulled out
  Niggas in the street scared
  Cause I got the burner in the hand~
  That shit was wack as fuck
  Dont ever rap again in your fuckin life