[Verse 1]
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White bitches, white girls, white drugs
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Black girls don't do it but my type does
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Fuck it in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand
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Until I give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat
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E-T-I-H, W's, double D's on her knees
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White gargle yellow fuckin' bumblebees
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Use whitey's as my dinner course for intercourse
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So much fuckin' white make Darth Vader have a dimmer force
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But of course, I'm the white boy that shows no remorse
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Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse
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Blacc Friday, fuck a Nigga Friday, umm
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Wolf Gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort
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Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort
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Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang
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With a white box logo with a couple stains
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From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray
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[Verse 2]
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Oh wow, Obilivion stump
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I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk
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What the fuck? Gee Willikers and no I'm not drunk
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I could have sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch
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Let you sip casually when you tryna lose calories
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I'm not a murderer, this occurance that is happenin'
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Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation
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See I'm a good guy but when I see dead casualties
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My penis gets erected and my nipples are such aroused
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And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house
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And three hours in the showers with the corpse
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I've ejaculated enough semen to sink a boat what, umm
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Riley's body is entirely covered and tied up
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From my desire now look at the fuckin' irony
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I killed my manager with an iron
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All because the bitch finally decided to fire me
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Back at Travvy's house even though that faggot admires me
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All because I heard that he was talkin' to Danielle
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So now that I finally made that fags head handheld
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He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail
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First letter says motherfucker you're dead
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The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said
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And Just in Time your head is mine
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You crossed the fuckin' line like a dirty Mexicans
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Second letter read hey son it's me
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Fuck you, I'm a subject without my permission
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Third letter quote hey Ace I'm addicted to coke
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Wanna ask how I been so?
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I make songs about shit for attention
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Put them out randomly hopin' that I get some
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I got problems in my head that I want, no
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But I don't trust anybody, yeah no one
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Savin' up 24 bullets with gun
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Cause I got demons that I cannot let out, umm
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Hopefully the next album can help me out
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Cause I'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
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So, I just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed
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But nobody gives a fuck, fuck it, signed anonymous
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Oblivion
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All |