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[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]

It's the pick of the litter

Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggas

Yelling at the trees, like, "Hey, hi, Mister!"

I'm Life-Litter's official stripe-getter

Dig this: I'll get a shovel and strike sisters

And kick 'em when the handle starts digging in my blisters

Sick, cynical cyanide spitter

So when I kick rhymes, my victims die quicker

I'm broke, no cheese, my hoes crackered

(Snort third verse, "Pigions") I'll show you a dope rapper

I'll shit on a nigga with no bladder

Then throw it in his eyes to show him he don't matter

The night creeper in a nice white Jeep-er

With three white divas who snort and like penis

I'm hotter than at least five heaters

In the middle of the summer with a sleeved wife-beater

Purebred degenerate, gentleman

Little Aryan nigga with hairy clit for dinner

It's Wolf Gang, triple six, niggas on that simple shit

I'm on a fucking spree, burning bodies in a rental whip

Wolf Gang rad, no bum-ass shit

So since the fans lagging, now they tryna come back quick

Ask from 'Dera to Fax (They say, "Fuck that shit!")

We half-African swagging—of course we run that shit

[Verse 2: Mike G]

Yeah, I been sick since I was unmixed and mastered

Blastin' Bastard, screaming, "Fuck another rapper!"

O.F. soldier, Buffalo Bill

Don't think I will, but I'm a gunner for the Bills, like Tasker

Ha, I'm the cream of the crop

Officers in the trunk with six other cops

No way that I'll stop, they'll arrest me after

Fix the scene just to put me on screen like an actor

Shit, no need to tell me, I know it's hot—

As weather where them bitches wear bikinis with polka dots

It's overly overkill, because my niggas know a lot

'Bout taping and raping and throwing overboard from a yacht

So now, they probably hate me, but that's why the fuck I'm here

And you should man up, there's no need to be sincere, faggot

Heard that you were queer, so why would you fuck with wolves

That'll leave you on the ground like your rap career? Ha, ugh

So you don't want it—don't start none

We're fuckin' Radical, been Fucking Awesome

Talked a lot of shit so, for words, you're at a loss

Raised enough money just to get someone to kill my boss

Ha, now, that's a fucking "suit for hire"

Hang her higher, light a fire, fuck my former supervisor

I'm the truth, you a liar, blue as Clues, I inspire

Odd Future, motherfucker—I'm your new supplier