Tyler The Creator - Sandwitches Chords

[Intro]
D#   A    D#       E
         Odd Future
     D#   A   D#   E
Wolf Gang
         D#  A
They are them
       D#  E
We are us
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   Kill them  all (Do it with me)
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 Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on
 D#         A          D#        E
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, b**ch, b**ch over there in the yellow, come on
 D#         A
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
       D#
Say it loud!
         E
Like you mean it!
 D#      A  D#  E
Wolf Gang
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     N***a had the f**king nerve to call me immature
E                            D#
 f**k you think I made Odd Future for?
                A
To wear f**king suits and make good decisions?
D#                E
 f**k that nigga, Wolf Gang
 
 
[Verse 1]
D#                     A
  Who the f**k invited Mr. I Don't Give a f**k
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Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
                          A
Well, you f**king up, and truthfully I had enough
    N.C.                                                        D#
And f**k rolling papers, I'm a rebel, b**ch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
                     A
Full of sh*t, like I ate that john
        D#                        E
Come on kids, f**k that class and hit that bong
          D#                            A
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
          D#                E
With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns
                 D#                               A
Those privileged f**ks got to learn that we ain't taking no sh*t
           D#                    E
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick
           D#                             A
I'm jealous as sh*t, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
    D#                              E
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "f**k you"
D#                  A
 I got ten of these Kennedy's
         D#                              E
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
               D#                         A
'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
                      D#                             E
I'm f**king 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
             D#                                A
It's f**king immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
                     D#                               E
Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley-oop
              D#                          A
The Golf Wang hooligans is f**king up the school again
                    D#                                   E
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is f**king cool again
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 I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me
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Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in b**ches ovaries
D#                                A
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
N.C.
f**k a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh
 
 
[Chorus]
D#         A
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
         D#        E
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
     D#                  A
Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
         D#         E
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
         D#         A
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D#                E
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
         D#         A
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
D#        E
Wolf Gang kill them
 
 
[Verse 2]
N.C        D#                 A
My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses
     D#                    E
I'm sick in the brain dumb b**ch, can you nurse this?
    D#                              A
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
         D#                              E
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
    D#                                A
Uh, f**k church, they singing and the sh*t ain't even worth it
       D#                           E
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, b**ch
    D#                    A
You told me God was the answer
                   D#                        E
When I ask him for sh*t, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
    D#                  A
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
D#                           E
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
       D#                        A
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
N.C
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
 
 
[Chorus]
D#         A
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
         D#        E
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
     D#                  A
Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
         D#         E
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
         D#         A
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D#                E
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
         D#         A
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
D#        E
Wolf Gang kill them
 
 
[Verse 3]
D#                      A
 It was hilarious, well it ain't f**king funny now
     D#                                 E
I'll push this f**king pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
  D#                                    A
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f**king pounds
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"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the n***a also shoot rounds"
D#                        A
 Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
               D#                       E
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhhh
 
 
[Verse 4]
N.C.
Free Earl, that's the f**king sh*t
N.C.
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
N.C.
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the f**king clique
D#                   E
 Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
D#             A
f**k 2DopeBoyz, all them n****s b**ches
         D#                             E
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really f**king with,
D# A    D# E
   b**ch
 
 
[Outro]
N.C.
And we don't f**king make horrorcore, you f**king idiots
N.C.
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang