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Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a fuck, is what they referring us
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 niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head
Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads
While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby

[Verse 1]
I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders
I give a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent
At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxin' at Happy Camper
It's the fuckin' financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxin', I'm taxin'
"Fuck 'em all!" I'm chantin', don't complain I'm just rantin'
Fuck ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariot
I'm a liar like Carrey in "Liar, Liar"

[Verse 1]
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat
My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed
This meetin' just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
She tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella
When it comes to your perception of my shit, I'm Helen Keller
When it comes to the perfection of my shit, I know you smell the
Rectum, I'm like a chromosome I always X 'em
Like Wolverine's stepson attacking a deadly weapon
I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zepplin
And fuck Mary in her ass.. ha-ha.. yo