[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Here's another song

[Verse]
Satan′s getting jealous of the wolves
The demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a fuck, Wolf Gang
Wolves I know you heard of us, we're murderous
And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us
You n***as rap about fucking bitches and getting head
Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads
While you n***as stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby
I′m not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit
And brag about thе actions in a rhyming pattern matter
Then proceed to sat hеr down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category
Torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore
That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours
(Umbrella) I hate this, screaming fuck patience
Got a n***a shaking like the calmest fucking Haitian
After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went
I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick
I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose
She running around this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
[Outro]
Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one
Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system
I fuck a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome
You got a fucking death wish, I′m a genie it′ll get done
Alright, that was cool
That was cool, I like that one
Dude, was that alright?
That was cool? Alright, just checking
Let's uh, calm down for a bit