Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick with it
But something was always missing like six digits
Lucky seven probably poppa
Little [bad word] saw 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 popping like a snapping crack
So how you could see like tallahasse, the opposite of cataracts
Matter fact I am Farmer John milking cattle tracks
Action packed nipple squeezing, boycotting this sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard as spit, this is [bad word] 
So when the street is split
Don't act surprised, agree with it
The Gang of Wolves and creeps and crips
Is deep as Dawson's Creek and [bad word] 
I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you think I'm post to boasting
Bragging tell this [bad word] to stop nagging
Cause them Wolf Gang niggas throw them off the bandwagon like

[Verse 2: Tyler]
Uh, was always [bad word] up and [bad word] with it
But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it.. [bad word] 
I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirting with Uncle Mervin
 [bad word] y'all with no lubricant go grab the detergent
I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearing nothing but they [bad word] blast with their magic turbant
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swerving
Hitting curving and blasting every sermon [bad word] off English Bourbon
I'm stealing purses raping nurses I'm a quick consierge
And [bad word] to beat like sanitized [bad word] pussies, I'm a German
I'm squirting while I'm [bad word] and regurgitating
From eating miley [bad word] salad [bad word] platter they were serving
My only purpose is to jerk it cause I has a curse
So [bad word] hate to do me like [bad word] service
This my Zombie Circus, you better get a [bad word] ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filming Twilight in this [bad word] 

[Verse 3: Earl]
I'm back on my sixty six six [bad word] 
Flowing like the blood out [bad word] #39;s slit wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, and spit it back, back at ya
She mad as [bad word]  stuck in the back of a black Acura
Fed her [bad word] and now the ducktape quacks back at her
Hello at the yellow feathers now you ain't laughing, huh

[Verse 4: Tyler]
 [bad word] you're barely breathing living on the back of the boat
While I fill you up with [bad word] from the Wolf Gang teaming
Flowing like the creampie aside of your daughter
Oughta eat the [bad word] with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and sawed her arm off and auction it
And different teeth and gold and floss the [bad word]  [bad word] awesome spitting box of trees, got you niggas
Shaking like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's [bad word] 
Ironin you niggas now it's time to start some [bad word] 
Drown your [bad word] in a tub of [bad word] and throw a shark in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put an arch on it, pour a liter of gas on him
Hit the Zippo and spark the [bad word] 
Hop back in the van and then depart the [bad word] 
Killed him on his own track, the [bad word] shouldn't have started it