Skut

[Intro]

So many good reviews off of Bastard

I celebrated getting masturbated by my pastor

Now he's in a plastic, on the kitchen table

Near a bowl of Lucky Charms and the newest Thrasher

[Verse 1]

When I say Wolf Gang, you say fuck that

Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt wraps

Fingers in the middle of bitches bodacious butt cracks

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Um, that's not a potato, give me my gun back

Before I blast bigger than pimples on Big Pun's back

Black fat bitches was washin' on my dishes

And using my large stick on her lips like my cum's chapped

I love Jews, but I hate faggots

And bitches who be nagging about me taking the trash out

I got a fuckin' can of whoop ass, who wants to pack it?

Going ape shit in the newest Bape straight jacket

With six dicks and chapsticks, thicker than my black lips

Six sippie cups full of sick shit enhancements

Wolf Gang spit right

Ain't been this much fuckin' crack rock music since Freeway had a Flipside (Damn)

So get low, lower than a ditch

I'm with some retarded bitch, hoping she know how to kiss slow

They know, I'm the clinic's aid and I'm sick

So they clap for me kinda like a herpe on the lip

With some tutor bitch, tryna tickle with her cooter

This bitch acting I still did not know with it

Until I put this cock on, the end of clitoris

Fucking this game, I used this shit as spit as lubricant

So who you with? (Umm, fuck you)

I got this fuckin' gun, you better say "Yes", you stupid bitch

Before you lose your wrist and Richard make you chew some dick

I'm fucking crazy, well I guess I am if these shoes will fit (Aah)

Fuck the Key club, they wanna ban 'em

I got fucking fans from Compton to Montana

To Indiana, where deaf dwarfs still don't understand 'em

Because yelling at midgets is like me beefing with Brandun (Fuck him)

Stomp 'em out, with these crab ass Nikes

Make it look like some slob, scribbled all on his white Tee

Invite me, come on, you got a better chance to getting Shake

My dad and Earl's motherfuckin' momma to like me (Bitch)

Animals is farming you, Patrick, this is barnacles

Sandy gave Ace a sponge job at the carnivals

And SpongeBob got his head knocked from the first that Ace got

Nigga's soft as baby cock in a cotton swab

[Verse 2]

This that fuck music, but you shouldn't fuck to it

Shouldn't give one when your bumping in the trunk to it

Grab a couple gats, stuff 'em in your backpack and then take them to school

For show and tell day screamin' "Fuck students"

Locate the bitch that didn't wanna give you kiss

Then get her tits, then use your fists to add a couple lumps to it

Shoot the faculty for taking hats, you stupid

But skip the music teacher and the janitor you real cool with

Continue this procedure until lunch is through with

Go home out the back like a scared student

Keep a low pro, until you on your block

And then you just make it home in time for new news brief at 2ish

(Stuck at all this bible study) Shit is not fun

Me and Wolf Gang go jump nuns for hot fun

Plan was to bail when shots heard, and cops come (Bow)

But I'm still punchin' this bitch out, I'm not done (Bitch)

Sittin' in my room masturbating (Ah)

Truthful, these lyrics are relating like my dad did

I make music for teenagers and bad ass kids

Bastard touched more boys than your local church did

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 (Bow, bow, bow)

[Outro]

This my (Bow bow, motherfucker)

(Pancake, pancake, oatmeal, oatmeal)

This my first shit that I recorded in three months

I don't even wanna mix this shit

I'ma just give it to y'all niggas raw

Wolf Gang, free Earl

Ah shit, I fuckin' took the headphones out