They say I've calmed down since the last album Well, lick my *****, how does that sound? （Umm） Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns And I don't give a **********t, bend my rectum Somebody said bands make her dance You think you're getting cash, no **********, you're dumb The only thing that you're gonna get is this ***** Wait turn this up, **********, this my jam, （Where the drums at?） Here, take a goddamn picture And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger And while you're at it, pass the lotion And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun Before I come, I'm calling your sister When she comes over, I take picture nstantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot Tamale is on A can of beans ********** I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing Then he has to deal with me and my minions Tryna get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, mother*****a I'm great Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please ***** I look like? Got a new bike tire Never popped like the ********** on a ********** dyke Think I give a *****, I do, I go ***** And I bust in her jaw like （***** that disease!） My urethra, hole that I pee from Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha Now, turn that snare down I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus Like "You're going to jail now! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot Tamale is on
A can of beans ********** I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone How much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could ever give a *****?
********** Suck *****, mother***** you and your opinions, （can you kick it?） Yes I can sir, Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er I’m a CO ***** Michael ********** I’m badder than my BO Find me and lance tryna dance during chemo Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos Yeah Buddy, （?）, Na Na Na Na Na Na Na! Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Go ***** You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why y'all so salty, Hot Tamale is on Can't agree? ********** im on Your boy is bad to the bone How many fags can a lightbulb screw? Well if I has a *****, they be two's and sixes And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my **********t Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich *****, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin' Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set mood Little Redtube, ***** lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, **********t's kind of disgusting Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me This **********t's so damn embarrassing like Oh **********t, aw *****.
Clancy: What the *****! Wolf: Aw, I'm sorry. Clancy: Is that my **********rt? Wolf: Yeah sorry I needed something
Clancy: Clean that **********t up, we're going to the office!
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