[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & Jasper]
Alright, next song
Don't move, don't move
Relax, stop shaking your ass, okay

[Verse 1]
Now 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 fucking up, and truthfully, I had enough
And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing 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, 401Ks, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick
I'm jealous as shit 'cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "Fuck you"
I got ten of these Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm', I would be Jeffery
The 'preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley-oop
The Golf Wang hooligans is fucking up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving 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, ah
[Chorus]
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, the Wolf Gang
The Wolf Gang, the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, the Wolf Gang
Fuckin' Wolf, Gang
Fuckin' Wolf, Gang
The Wolf Gang
Kill them all!

[Outro]
Bye guys, get home safely
And uh, yeah, yeah, buy my album
Bye
Oi gracias, oi gracias, hola