Unreleased 2010

Yeeeaaah, bitch! Wolfgang
Sweatshirt uh, ho! Bitch!

Pigeon workers leave the
Studio wall shitted-up
Shit talkin' little fuck
Getcha' sista-sister fucked
Shit, I hit stripper up
We gone pickin' nigga-niggas
Stick inside the fuckin' pops, worried
Glue them bitches up

Rippin' writtens while my
Nigga splittin'-splittin' blunts
Eyes hazey wit' my middle finger
Up a stripper's cunt
Lights down, lit her up
Sherm in my sippy cup
Ice pickin' cripples 'till I
Get my pickle rub

Catch me-catch me poppin' pimples
Tellin' bitch's triple sixes
Stab-stabbing them with pencils in their
Temples 'till my dick erupts
It's really fuckin' simple, slut, Wolfgang
Get with us we about to grab a FULL fista'
Nuts and lick 'em up

Turn it up, fisticuff
Givin'-gi-givin' bitches dick to suck
Let 'em drink the cum out
A fuckin'-fuckin' paper cup
Whore's wider than the horse
That I'm sniffin' up
Leave now if you ain't tryin'
Get them titties touched