Tamale

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well  lick my dick  how does that sound  (Umm)
Smell my gooch  you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a sh*t  bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash  no b**ch  you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up  b**ch  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 b**ch 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  motherf**ka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs  cause he's puffin' the trees  please
F**k I look like  Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the p**sy on a b**ch dyke
Think I give a f**k  I do  I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (F**k 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 b**ch I'm on  your boy is bad to the bone
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck could ever give a f**k
B**ch Suck Dick  motherf**k 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 f**k Michael b**ch 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 F**k You  Na Na Na Na Na Na
Why y'all so salty  Hot Tamale is on
Can't agree  b**ch im on
Your boy is bad to the bone
How many fags can a lightbulb screw
Well if I has a dick  they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my sh*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 ni**a  huh
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me  tryna set mood
Little Redtube  f**k lotion  I don't need lube  dryfit suits me
Up and down  friction with the sound  sh*t's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline  Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This sh*t's so damn embarrassing like
Oh sh*t  aw f**k
Clancy: What the f**k
Wolf: Aw  I'm sorry
Clancy: Is that my shirt
Wolf: Yeah sorry I needed something
Clancy: Clean that sh*t up  we're going to the office