Orange Juice
Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All Lyrics

So I'm guessing there's questions that need adressing, huh?
I know you have questions to ask, don't hesitate to ask them

Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em
We're young and talented, making an impact in the game

Hear new tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em
He's so good at what he does that he's going to destroy other people's tracks

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
He's killing it so fast, check it out for yourself

Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
He had a creative writing moment and came up with something obscene

Fucking chin-checking punks 'til he's outta breath and done
He's ready to fight and beat up anyone who crosses him

No affection, he's doper than cess-sessions son
He has no emotional attachment, he's just really good at what he does

Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em
Taking a break while being surrounded by other rappers

Let the crowd choose who can f*cking last longer
Let the audience decide who is better by staying in the game longer

It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer
Earl is a formidable force in the rap game

Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica
He won't lose, everyone else will

That we picked up at the last concert
Referring to a white girl they hooked up with at the concert

Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels
Listen up, my lyrics are sharp and precise like a surgical scalpel

He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony
He's a young talent who stands out and is making his presence known

How come he's not in counseling? F*cka's loud while he's sound asleep
He's so talented that he doesn't need counseling, and he's even loud in his sleep

Heard he was dope as Sour D. Nigga was Courage cowardly?
He's heard people say that he's really good, and he's questioning whether they're telling the truth

State Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team
They're at the top of the rap game and they know it

Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
They have a youthful energy but also a dangerous vibe

And a nose full of chowder, he's chopping up all the doubters see
He's taking down anyone who doubts him, and he's doing it with style

Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories
He's keeping track of his success by counting the people he's beaten, like people count calories

F*ck with the wolves we starting to bark viciously
Don't mess with us, we're serious

Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be
We're surrounded by our victims, like murderers surrounded by their victims

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand
They have friends who understand the style and culture they're into

That Bastard was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free
Their music is so popular that they get free merch

Had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off
They had to silence someone who was exposing their true selves

I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off
He had an unusual sexual encounter

Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement
He's saying his dick is really hard, and Taylor Swift could make it even harder

Cause I've been doing this since Pooh f*cked Christopher Robinson
He's been in the game for a long time and is experienced

Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
They made an impression on him and he's proud to represent them

Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin
He's a dirty and rotten person who was picked from a cotton field

Do not give a f*ck I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick
He's confident and unapologetic, like a virgin who thinks they have swag

But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip
He's saying his hypothetical dick would be bigger than Earl's lip, which is famously large

Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
He's drinking and wearing high-end fashion brands

I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard
He's eating tacos with someone who loves Harry Potter

The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger
He's saying he's so good at what he does that he's become like a horror movie villain

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
Their music is raw and violent, like dead bodies in a sewer

From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
He's saying that their shoes are so good that even the mothers of serial killers like them

Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna
Their beats are so good that they're comparable to a product made for a famous singer

All you fucking blogging faggots yapping up that extra shit
He's angry at bloggers who write nonsense about them

I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement
He's saying he'll force people to listen to his music and then force them to vomit

Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries
He's insulting another rap group and comparing them to fairies and fruit

Meet the scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin
He's saying he's so scary that he could turn someone into Jim Carrey's twin

A fucking sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then
He's saying the other rap group is all men and they should just get married to each other

2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians
He's saying the other rap group is too soft to engage in a beef, and they're also overweight