And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,
Think it's time you and i need to call it quits
The kris kringle of rap servin little kids
I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding
Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying
Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips
Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids
It's the wolf gang, wolf gang
Asking little kids if they can
When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope
While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke
Why are the little kids having little kids
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
Getting a little more than an hour's pay
I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away
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