[Intro]
Wolves
Running around in the desert together
In Las Vegas
Looking for strippers and cocaine
So tonight
I make a toast

Whoa what! What ya got there?
*wolfpack yells out inaudible words anxiously*

[Verse 1]
I hold the mic Like how my girl grabs my balls tight
Suckin on Aaron’s blueberries You’ll never get married
Don’t be offended by my lines man
This salutatorian got a poker hand
Ayyy square don’t be squared
Losing your queen all you see are squares
During a lynching, I get the crowded hyped on the noose
I got more rhymes than Dr. Seuss
Sssshhhh Ferme la bouche
Half of my lines are going over your head like mistletoe, Woosh
Don’t kiss up to me, I’ll put X’s on your eyes
Texting Lies If I wanted beef, I would have went to 5 guys
Bitch, Please! I’ll serve you with a
Krabby Patty with, cheese!
At least try to sound Victorious notorious
How is your flow so dull
Tall, Venti, or Ariana Grande I can fill up any hole
The clock is t-t-t-ticking You better flee
I can beat any boxer like Muhammad Ali
Your only common trait with the notorious is the B
IG where you be looking at chicks that are too thick
You’re packing heat? but your only 9 mm is your dick
Wishin your as big as the unlimited breadsticks
When you're here, you're family
But yo son, nothing revolves around you
Everything I say is true A Galileo Galilei
Got more eyes watching me than Jesus' death at Calvary
I get prosecuted and how is that fair You see
These girls act like Kim K Curving you away
Wreckless Alexis
Chlamydia Lydia ain’t it a pity huh
Jeff wins Katelynn Backhoe Landino
Thinking bout how Liz was never his
Zoey. Rest in Peace David Bowie
Kylie wrecking your balls like Miley
And that’s without bringing up that Powerpoint history
Alexa why did Jacob lose his job at Amazon
"He needs help timing his delivery"
Now we are done with Jacob, Let's Carreon
[Verse 2]
Yo I’m from Chicago cause I’m ill with that Noise
Boys, Look at the armchair Freud
Three thousand dollar camera but pics blur like a polaroid
You need to focus, I got gold elims
Your future is looking like your reaper, Grim You can’t swim
Drowned in pools at the Mandalay Bay
He can never find the check But expects his mates to pay
Don’t talk back to me I’ll raise that cane
Able to murder you like Bruce, Lourenco, or Lil Wayne
Pullin up to John Wayne watching airplanes
Dropped you near the iHop, I Got, I Got, I Got
Pancakes with a buttery flow Please don’t nut up in her bro
Skipping town blowing dodge
I’m hitting all shots put that in the COD montage
Taylor every diss Swift cause I don’t miss
Got the people scared caused a mass Exodus
Who knew you always threw?
Be more like Moses and split a path for the Jew
Take a seat on the bench like in soccer
I’ll stuff Pied Piper and Peter Parker
Inside a locker How is your degree going to
Help you take orders? I want a Whopper
I’ll stop with the school major jokes, PSYCH
He can’t move or speak He’s pinned I’ll knock you down STRIKE
I got a bowl And when I roll I’m too blunt
Call me Naranja Ninja You fat fruits need to get cut
[Verse 3]
Dirty Daws, you about to get DDOS
You’re a pawn, Can't take me head-on
But want to cross me You ain't harming me
I'm up in the sky, like Pharmacy
RIP to Harambe
She loves the way I lie I’m as long as Pinocchio
Romeo Romeo getting spaced whipp at a rodeo
More holes in your walls than in Juliet
Busting out of CS GO Roulette
I'll leave you on the ground like that M&M wrapper
Look at these crackers crumble, stumbles
Playbooks jumbled
Still having those football fumbles
I beat you Percussion
Why you hitting yourself in the head
Passed out ya dead, another concussion
I'm the one that turned the tables at the Coto Discussion
Everything I said was in jest
Who thought you betrayed Aaron and said it in Jess
Mental blocks at discount Autozone
No one needs engineers experienced in redstone
I'm rapping circles around you like Colin Thorntons Holmes
Still can’t solve the case of the missing Austin
Elementary my dear Emma Watson
I’ll come like a thief in the night
Out of sight like my ghostwriter
I jot down my thots with my white ink
Dropping napalm bombs in Nam faster than you blink
Me and my partner are always in sync
Is where you’re going, Bc you’re washed
I won’t save you like I’m Travis Scott in the mosh
Juicebox Julia livin outside of Houston
Nothing new since you started dating that nuisance
She asked for a ring with a rock, took it off my cock
That’s why we call her Jewels
[Outro]
Vanished
*fight comes to an end*
O-on-one little fight is no reason to lose you composure