作词 : Tyler Gregory Okonma
 作曲 : G. Long/Tyler Gregory Okonma
 Odd Future
 Wolf Gang
 They are them
 We are us
 Kill them all (Do it with me)
 Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on
 Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, b!tch, b!tch over there in the yellow, come on
 Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
 Say it loud!
 Like you mean it!
 Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
 N!gga had the ****ing nerve to call me immature
 **** you think I made Odd Future for?
 To wear ****ing suits and make good decisions?
 **** that n!gga, Wolf Gang
 Who the **** invited Mr. I Don't Give a ****
 Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
 Well, you ****ing up, and truthfully I had enough
 And **** rolling papers, I'm a rebel, b!tch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
 Full of sh!t, like I ate that john
 Come on kids, **** that class and hit that bong
 Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
 With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns
 Those privileged ****s got to learn that we ain't taking no sh!t
 Like Ellen DeGeneres ******** is playing with d!ck
 I'm jealous as sh!t, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
 So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "**** you"
 I got ten of these Kennedy's
 Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
 'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
 I'm ****ing 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
 It's ****ing immaculate, the way your daughter smacking ****s
 Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic d!ck inside her alley-oop
 The Golf Wang hooligans is ****ing up the school again
 And showing you and yours that breaking rules is ****ing cool again
 I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me
 Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in ******* ovaries
 Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
 **** a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh
 Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
 It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
 Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
 It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
 It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
 Wolf Gang, triple six crew
 It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
 Wolf Gang kill them
 My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses
 I'm sick in the brain dumb *****, can you nurse this?
 You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
 Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
 Uh, **** church, they singing and the sh!t ain't even worth it
 In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, b!tch
 You told me God was the answer
 When I ask him for sh!t, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
 I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
 Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my ***** dangle
 Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
 Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
 It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
 Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
 It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
 It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
 Wolf Gang, triple six crew
 It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
 Wolf Gang kill them
 It was hilarious, well it ain't ****ing funny now
 I'll push this ****ing pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
 I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some ****ing pounds
 "My baby daddy shoot bricks, the n!gga also shoot rounds"
 Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
 I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank
 Free Earl, that's the ****ing sh!t
 And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered ****s
 Um, Wolf Gang, that's the ****ing clique
 Golf Wang kill them all n!gga, triple six
 **** 2****Boyz, all them n!ggas b!tches
 We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really ****ing with, b!tch
 And we don't ****ing make horrorcore, you ****ing idiots
 Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang