Orange Juice

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]

Yeah, yeah, ha

Alright, um, Wolf Haley, Odd Future, Wolf Gang, nigga

You know what? You know what? Fuck it

I don't even wanna go

I'm gonna let my little brother Earl Sweatshirt get on you niggas

Hey Earl, hit em

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]

So I'm guessing there's questions that need addressing, huh?

Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em

Hand 'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds, check 'em son

Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun

Fucking chin-checking punks 'til he's outta breath and done

No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son

Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

It's the rap monger, rap monster, Earl Sweat, attack, conquer

Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica

That we picked up at the last concert

Please, get out your seat, get out your seat, verses written with scalpels

He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony

How come he's not in counseling? Fucker's loud while he's sound asleep

Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga, was Courage cowardly?

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga, we rap's Alpha-Team

Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder

And a nose full of chowder, he's chopping up all the doubters see

Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

Fuck with the Wolves, we starting to bark viciously

Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be

Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

That Bastard was buzzing like Woody, so we get it for free

Had to duct tape the mother goose; the mask was off

I stumbled down a hill, then I had Jill jack me off

Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement

'Cause I've been doing this since Pooh fucked Christopher Robinson

Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly

Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin

Do not give a fuck, I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

But if I did, it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip

Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt

I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard

The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Krueger

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement

Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies, they're Peter like boysenberries

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator & Jasper Dolphin]

(Yeah!)

Fucking faggots

Wolf Gang, kill 'em all

Don't give a fuck, litter life

Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator

I mean, Wolf Haley

Fucking radical

Haha! Niggas murdered this shit, know what I’m saying?

Odd Future Wolf Gang, know what I’m saying?

Fuck them dope faggots, my niggas

We don’t give a fuck nigga

We a wolf pack my nigga, we keep you up barking and shit, nigga

Niggas—

Little niggas doing it big, know what I’m saying, y'all niggas is like fourty and shit, still in the game

These young niggas come outta nowhere, taking out all that shit, know what I’m saying

Give me a iced out motherfucking Odd Future donut chain, like fuck everybody else nigga, Wolf Gang