Aiyyo fuck it/ WOlf Down
Every clown hit the mothafucking ground/
Hear the sound/as the blood splatters on the King's crown

Think I'm down/but fuck that/
every single town/
that I'm in..I have to win/ my kin isn't gonna frown/
What the fuck?/

These niggas

acting like Rap is love/

Or some sitcom/your mom wanna watch with the pups

F.O.M.O. Thugs/still smoking unknown drugs/mysterious strains of buds
Your raps is fucking soap suds/

Niggas is dubs/
& I only cop live-so the funds/
Is quite different on the other side/

Listen my Guy/these lyrics ain't even fried/
Raw vegan the mind's peaking...I'll see you on the ride

Just the opposite direction


You could never step with this fucking weapon that I'm repping/



The tongue like a jade blade slicing your face/

it's a fucking disgrace that I had to slow down the pace...


Or niggas start feeling jealous/asking for an applause/but niggas too self conscious to give it
Fucking gimmick

niggas rap but they're at their limits/I'm a gymnast with the lyrics/let's get wit it/

How many of them are/really musicians/
Or- niggas that just rap/and slightly play their positions


Lyrics look like blues clues note pads/my rhyme books resemble mothafucking exhibitions
Wolf Down...wolf...down....wolf...down, yeah....easy

Chorus: -n/a
-

verse 2:

I do this for the have-nots in the crack spots/what you lack ock?
Gather intel and set sail to the black rock/
Get your cat knocked/you pussywillows get cut like the NFL with Brock/
Let me stop/
You pussywillows get cut like Brock in the UFC what's up?
Cement ya shoes then dump you in the sea/
Let me see
How many of ya'll are emcees/
What does KRS ONE stand for? Wow/
You fucking Cow
You get minced on the beat/turn to beef/then a quiche
stomp you out in Yeezy cleats/ in the keys
Key Biscayne


The Gun skin Mechanized rain/fucking fricassee ya brain/
shit looking live resin reclaim/insane/
I can game any fucking dame/sell water droplets to a flame
Get you slain/feeling unbreakable/shatter your glass cane.