Sandwiches Lyrics - Odd Future

[Intro: Tyler] 

Nigga had the fuckin' nerve to call me immature 

Fuck you think I made Odd Future for? 

To wearin' fuckin' suits and make good decisions? 

Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang 

[Verse 1: Tyler] 

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck 

Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!) 

Well, you fuckin' up, and truthfully I had enough 

And fuck Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashin' blunts (Sorry) 

Full of shit, like I ate that John 

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong 

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom 

With nice homes, 401k's, and nice ass lawns 

Those privileged fucks gotta learn that we ain't takin' no shit 

Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playin' with dick 

I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to 

So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out screamin' "fuck you" 

I got ten of these Kennedy's 

Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery 

'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy 

I'm fuckin' 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96 

It's fuckin' immaculate, they way your daughter smackin' dicks 

Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you 

The Golf Wang hooligans, is fuckin' up the school again 

And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is fuckin' cool again 

I'm goin' harder than a midget jumpin' over me 

Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in bitches ovaries 

Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be 

Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh 

[Hook:] 

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang 

It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang 

It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang 

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang 

It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang 

Wolf Gang, triple six crew 

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang 

Wolf Gang kill them 

[Verse 2: Hodgy] 

My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses 

I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this? 

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect 

Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches 

Uh, fuck church, they singin' and the shit ain't even worth it 

In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch 

You told me God was the answer 

When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer 

I'm stuck in triangles, lookin' for my angel 

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle 

Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Hodgy] 

It was hilarious, well it ain't fuckin' funny now 

I'll push this fuckin' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground 

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fuckin' pounds 

"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds" 

Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks 

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhh 

[Tyler:] 

Free Earl, that's the fuckin' shit 

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks 

Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fuckin' clique 

Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six 

Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches 

We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fuckin' with, bitch 

[Outro: Tyler] 

And we don't fuckin' make horrorcore, you fuckin' idiots 

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box,