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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All (OFWGKTA)

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(アルバム: The Odd Future Tape Vol. 2 - 2012)


I'm a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic
The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense
Straining my glottis, fucking hungry hippopotamus
You niggas are in the bottom pit, obnoxiousness
Is what I was raised around as a child
I'd rather chuck up my middle finger than give a bitch a smile
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothafucking stapler?

Uh, you hear that shit?
Ay, run that shit back
Yeah, that shit hot, nigga

Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothafucking stapler?
Good grades on the wall, niggas hate to see me do it major
I'm just a leader of my team and I ain't afraid to trade ya
Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews
We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium ale booze
We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused
Bitches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews

Sock a buster in his jaw
Fuck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you ain't got shit at all
Sock a buster in his jaw
Fuck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you ain't got shit at all

Where your homies at? They'll get fucked up too
Where your grandma at? She'll get fucked up too
Where your bitch at? She'll get fucked up too
Where the roof at? We'll stomp that bitch through
Where your homies at? They'll get fucked up too
Where your grandma at? She'll get fucked up too
Where your bitch at? She'll get fucked up too
Where the roof at? We'll stomp that bitch through

Here we go negero, I sing figaro, figaro
Chunking up my deuce bigalow, burning bodies in infernos

Aww, mothafucka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on
Clancy said I'm late for my flight, well they better hold on
Can't wait 'til I fucking buy me a jet, there gon' be some hoes on it
Just blow O's on it, count dough on it
Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don't it?
Shit, I'll take a life for my moment's moment
Contract your own sale, fuck a deal, you're in a auction
Turn the bass up, give mothafuckas concussion
Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove
If niggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one
You call this brand new, to me it's Santa Cruz
Don't find HB the man to lose, you ain't a bruise
Catch me on MTV or your local channel news
In London recording to Muse, I'm the man at the fuse
I'm fucking crazy, need slavery to behave me
Engraving what I am saying into your mothafucking brain and skull

Sock a buster in his jaw
Fuck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you ain't got shit at all
Sock a buster in his jaw
Fuck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you ain't got shit at all

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