Slip it in her drink
And in the blink of an eye I can make a white girl look [bad word] Don't know what to think
Cause last time I attempted this [bad word] the judge ordered
Me to see a shrink
Started with a link
Intended her to meet me at the local
Odd Future Wolf Gang skating rink
We be uniquely in sync
Already [bad word] and we only met last week
We're both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next week
You can hear her shriek from the gas in her cheeks
Well, I'm not a freak, I am meekly a Greek that
Neighbors by the creek say that my house stinks
It reeks of a street girl
Streaks of red, even though all [bad word] is pink
Oblivion makes obvious seats which
Makes me swing my obvious feet
We get caught up, go splat, and we think
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Now I get daughters and time in the clink
Got my [bad word] harder than iron and zinc
Now they just ride up, mine's caught in the sink
Yeah they get cut up, two cent, my physique
Critique my [bad word] 

[Hook]
Wolf Gang (repeat)

[Verse 2] [bad [bad word] round down [bad word] take a trip
Make you strip, got my [bad word] harder than the unzipped
Tyler Swift-ly slips his [bad word] inside of Taylor Swift's
Slit, Round trip in that [bad word]  [bad word] a tick-
-Et, Them clips poppin on the cat, bustin
Odd mind cannons on the pill
Is he real? Gaza stripping
In my living room, Wolf Gang threw who?
I'm assuming mushrooms, I'm a necrolampoon
Not of Charles Mansoon, this [bad word] Is ending soon, because I'm ejaculating