We come through mopping, like janitors Smoking kush nuggets the size of fucking tarantulas Blow got me amped as fuck, hold niggas backing up And that nigga Short tell that nigga Jasper swag me up Swag me up, swag is us, who can tell me how to fuck? Our number one fans are faggots who used to laugh at us Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was "Um, y'all dope, Wolf Gang just the " Yeah the dabradors take your head chop off No father, fuck being proper bitch, we're popping off And to top it off I'm dropping monster monologues As hot enough to piss your local arson off That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss Switch swag on you little dick fags You fucking dead bitch, chips up on my spiff bag with your bitch ass She call me crazy, they call me crazy They call me shady but it's a chordaroy life I'm living baby, I'm living baby I'm living baby, it's a chordaroy life And you call me shady, call me crazy Call me lazy, I ain't your baby It's a chordaroy life that I'm living hazy It's a chordaroy life that I'm living phase me People love Hodgy I hate you though I don't precipitate bitch, I H2O And I move across your membrane, you loose against my insane Thoughts, cause you're an outsider trying to get in brain I like girls but I don't fuck with tramps I'm elephant tusking and they suck your lance I'm shaving off my boot hairs deciduosly Break jaws Mr. Vigora, rigorously I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze I got weed for less than a percentage of a fucking New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection Bitch I got my swag called, natural protection Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons I brandish and I flash tools and I have full stepping I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til I can see the light Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice When I say "Wolf Gang", you say "Fuck that" Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt raps Fingers in the middle of bitches bodacious buttcracks Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped This is fuck music, let a couple sluts use it Show their boobs, and I'll hop out the booth when I'm done pooping Grab a couple gats, stuff them in the backpack Then take them to school for show and tell day screaming "Fuck students" Backing up a bunch of fatherless kids and a pack of dust Could fucking splat and show you the fucking Iraq in us A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of Shaq Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck Killing these niggas off quick Don't believe me? Then watch me empty out a full clip Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch That wasn't bullets, that was copies of Bastard, you bitch