Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All Alright

[Intro]

You know at, at times I wanna be real, real positive

When I feel real negative, you know?

I just wanna be on the grind

I am on the grind, what the fuck you doin’?

[Verse 1]

Is it difficult to ship a boat?

Is a ship a boat? Bringin’ in shipments

Odd Future equipment, check my statistics

Wipe off your lipstick, lips around this dick

Money make all the hoes swallow

And money move the crowd and make the crowd follow

Money translates from Eastern to Gallo

Struttin’ life’s runway you coked up model

Niggas like flossin’ until they floss ya

Busy eatin’ got you feedin’ burrito with salsa

The problem that I have with me is me

Where I go I’m being watched like channel Disney

Boomerang motive of a frisbee

Once he’s going he’s not coming back is he? Nah

[Verse 2]

I get to the point, absolutely pissed

Cut you off like a hand, absolutely missed

Can’t shake it, the pain can’t fake it

Life and love is like food, you eat it how you make it

Sound like I’m saying the same shit you don’t understand

Love in my right feet and you the other hand

My cap snaps back like black rubberbands

The fact that I’m black and I rap brother man

Put me above the ladder, steppin’ on bladders

Fuck family matters I’m a bad black caffer

Plus I’m a bastard, where’s my male figure?

I might as well look up to the white male pale nigga

Grape to the wine-side, eyes to my blindside

No emotions, my feelings are dime-wide

I’m on some new shit, some true shit

While others play Brittany Murphy in Clueless

Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All 50

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]

I’m a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic

The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense

Straining my bowels, fucking hungry hippopotamus

You niggas are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness

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 mothafuckin’ stapler?

[Interlude:]

Uh, you hear that shit?

Ay, run that shit back

Yeah, that shit hot, nigga

[Verse 2:]

Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres

In my Stacy Adam gators, where’s that mothafuckin’ 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 of traitors

Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews

We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze

We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused

Bitches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews

[Hook:]

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

[Bridge:]

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’ll sing figueroa, figueroa

Chucking up [?] burning bodies in a [?]

[Verse 3:]

Aww, mothafucka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on

Clancy said I’m late for my flight, well he better hold on

Can’t wait ’til I fuckin’ 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 option

Turn the bass up, get mothafuckas to go shit

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 Fuse, I’m the man that confused

I’m fucking crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy

But I ain’t saying it to your mothafuckin’ brain, skull

[Hook]