Yamaka lyrics

[Verse 1]
f*cking Opposite Day, yeah, my heart beat slower
When we would hold hands in the back of lawn's mower
The blood pressure going to my p*nis got lower
Like the scores of some n*gga kids testing for diplomas
Dreams about you spitting like a llama in a f*cking Odd Futurama where your last name would be Okonma
And where you deepthroating different pieces, I'm sorry
But my fantasy is sicker than a herpe in a coma
This is what I'm known for
Ready? (Uh) We can get it hot and sweaty like a musty toaster, and the posters of you on my wall with the mouth cut out
So I have paper cuts on my balls by the f*cking time I pull out
Life is what you should doubt, 'cause if I can't have you in the right way
I'm going left, and I doubt that that's a good route
Pleasure's either or, so if you're not a whore, it's no worries, I can kill you and masturbate with your blouse (Scream)
Go ahead, scream, shout
'Twas was the night before we made love, not a creature was breathing, not even a damn mouse
'Twas was the night before we made love, not even a damn mouse

[Interlude]
(Scream)
Alright

[Verse 2]
Hello, I'm Wolf, not even on any raping sh*t, 'cause there's a million f*cking ways that I can make you take this di*k
Make you sick, and force you in a long term relationship
And with that said, let's begin with head, you brainy b*tch
Three sixes like Gacy di*k diary, I got a bunch of kids aspiring to be an atheist
I'm hiring a bunch of f*cking demons to do crazy sh*t
It's tiring when all these f*cking Christians are just hating sh*t (The irony)
Um, what's to live for? Ten whores?
Canon cameras to film hardcore porn in the back of Supreme Stores?
Skateboard with four more n*ggas in the same sh*t?
Cult lead this earth, with the same n*ggas I came with
Bang with the Wolf Gang, f*ck trust, because in the end you'll find out you've all been f*cking the same b*tch
And that's life, motherf*cking thrust her sh*t
Life's a b*tch, I'm just trying to find a trunk to lock her in
[Outro]
Damn