Tyler - Sandwitches

[Intro]
D# A D# E
Odd Future
D# A D# E
Wolf Gang
D# A
They are them
D# E
We are us
D# A D# E
Kill them all (Do it with me)
D# A D# E
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on
D# A D# E
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, bitch, bitch over there in the yellow, come on
D# A
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D#
Say it loud!
E
Like you mean it!
D# A D# E
Wolf Gang
D# A D#
N***a had the fucking nerve to call me immature
E D#
Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?
A
To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?
D# E
Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang

[Verse 1]
D# A
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don’t Give a Fuck
D# E D#
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
A
Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough
D#
And fuck rolling papers, I’m a rebel, bitch, I’m ashing blunts (Sorry)
A
Full of shit, like I ate that john
D# E
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
D# A
Let’s buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
D# E
With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns
D# A
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain’t taking no shit
D# E
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick
D# A
I’m jealous as shit, cause I ain’t got no home meal to come to
D# E
So, if you do, I’m throwing fingers out screaming “fuck you”
D# A
I got ten of these Kennedy’s
D# E
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
D# A
‘Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
D# E
I’m fucking ‘bout it, ‘bout it, like I’m Master P in ’96
D# A
It’s fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
D# E
Surprised she hasn’t taken gymnastic dick inside her alley-oop
D# A
The Golf Wang hooligans is fucking up the school again
D# E
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
D# A
I’m going harder than a midget jumping over me
D# E
Chronic youth, I’m shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
D# A
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
N.C.
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it’s me, ugh

[Chorus]
D# A
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D# E
It’s the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D# A
Wolf Wolf Gang, it’s the Wolf Gang
D# E
It’s the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
D# A
It’s the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D# E
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
D# A
It’s the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
D# E
Wolf Gang kill them

[Verse 2]
N.C D# A
My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses
D# E
I’m sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
D# A
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
D# E
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
D# A
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain’t even worth it
D# E
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
D# A
You told me God was the answer
D# E
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
D# A
I’m stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
D# E
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
D# A
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
N.C
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

[Chorus]
D# A
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D# E
It’s the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D# A
Wolf Wolf Gang, it’s the Wolf Gang
D# E
It’s the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
D# A
It’s the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D# E
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
D# A
It’s the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
D# E
Wolf Gang kill them

[Verse 3]
D# A
It was hilarious, well it ain’t fucking funny now
D# E
I’ll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
D# A
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
D# E
“My baby daddy shoot bricks, the n***a also shoot rounds”
D# A
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
D# E
I’m right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhhh

[Verse 4]
N.C.
Free Earl, that’s the fucking shit
N.C.
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
N.C.
Um, Wolf Gang, that’s the fucking clique
D# E
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
D# A
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them n****s bitches
D# E
We don’t need y’all, The Fader’s who we really fucking with,
D# A D# E
Bitch

[Outro]
N.C.
And we don’t fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
N.C.
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang