[M-Boy Verse 1]
I talk just how a brother talk
Make his fucking mother watch
While I pop him like a bottom lock
Suck my cock, I’m Getting Gwap
I do not know how to stop
Get the fucking picture cropped
Cause I’m Standing up at the top
Uh, I burn ya' like kelso
From that 70’s show
They don’t even know
How I flow betty bop on my cock
Haters gawk but they stalk
All they is fucking talk
In a flock they will squawk
Running shit like I am a fucking jock
You all are is a fucking cuckoo clock
(Karma) And Mr. M-Beezy
Stomachs will get queasy
Me I am steazy Why don’t ya believe me!?
[Karma (Hook)]
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Pack
[M-Boy Verse 2]
Satan called he said he sick of the wishes
I told him I ain’t finished
Now I’m about to go missing
Matt Go fucking sing
Geez I can’t even fucking rhyme
I need a gold tooth and all the bitches to be fucking fine
Down some fucking drink
I’m talking Nine or a Eight
All these bitches know I skate
And I’m about to be late
To our very first date
And I already ate
So whats the fucking point of this shit, SHIT
My drinks purplier then Barney
And I’m going to meet Marley
Tell mom that I'm sorry
Ghost Riding on this Harley
Going far? probably not
Stopping like a blood cot
Threw my life it got caught
(WHAT THE FUCK)
Suicide running through me
But I got these fucking groupies
Wish they fucking knew me
Like My fucking Dad
Thats someone I never had
But I’m bad like Michael
[Karma Verse 3]
Satan Called And told me to grant, some fucking wishes
And I yelled at, some bitches
Tol’ ‘em get back, in the kitchen
And go wash, my dishes
Lyrics are a masterpiece, get to working on the pictures
Blood is my favorite liquid Second mind is freaking ridiculous
Run up on some fucking rich kid
His blood was quite delicious
Wanted some bacon so I cut up that miss pig bitch
Uh
I got that evil poetry
Hope you niggas know of me
Pray for me, I say that fucking joke-fully
[M-Boy (Hook)]
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Fucking Radical
We a Goddamn problem Uh
We a Goddamn problem yeah
Yeah
Wolf Pack
We a Goddamn problem Uh
We a Goddamn problem Yeah
We a Goddamn Fuck
Uh Wolf Pack
I talk just how a brother talk
Make his fucking mother watch
While I pop him like a bottom lock
Suck my cock, I’m Getting Gwap
I do not know how to stop
Get the fucking picture cropped
Cause I’m Standing up at the top
Uh, I burn ya' like kelso
From that 70’s show
They don’t even know
How I flow betty bop on my cock
Haters gawk but they stalk
All they is fucking talk
In a flock they will squawk
Running shit like I am a fucking jock
You all are is a fucking cuckoo clock
(Karma) And Mr. M-Beezy
Stomachs will get queasy
Me I am steazy Why don’t ya believe me!?
[Karma (Hook)]
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Pack
[M-Boy Verse 2]
Satan called he said he sick of the wishes
I told him I ain’t finished
Now I’m about to go missing
Matt Go fucking sing
Geez I can’t even fucking rhyme
I need a gold tooth and all the bitches to be fucking fine
Down some fucking drink
I’m talking Nine or a Eight
All these bitches know I skate
And I’m about to be late
To our very first date
And I already ate
So whats the fucking point of this shit, SHIT
My drinks purplier then Barney
And I’m going to meet Marley
Tell mom that I'm sorry
Ghost Riding on this Harley
Going far? probably not
Stopping like a blood cot
Threw my life it got caught
(WHAT THE FUCK)
Suicide running through me
But I got these fucking groupies
Wish they fucking knew me
Like My fucking Dad
Thats someone I never had
But I’m bad like Michael
[Karma Verse 3]
Satan Called And told me to grant, some fucking wishes
And I yelled at, some bitches
Tol’ ‘em get back, in the kitchen
And go wash, my dishes
Lyrics are a masterpiece, get to working on the pictures
Blood is my favorite liquid Second mind is freaking ridiculous
Run up on some fucking rich kid
His blood was quite delicious
Wanted some bacon so I cut up that miss pig bitch
Uh
I got that evil poetry
Hope you niggas know of me
Pray for me, I say that fucking joke-fully
[M-Boy (Hook)]
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Pack
Uh Wolf Fucking Radical
We a Goddamn problem Uh
We a Goddamn problem yeah
Yeah
Wolf Pack
We a Goddamn problem Uh
We a Goddamn problem Yeah
We a Goddamn Fuck
Uh Wolf Pack
( M-Boy )
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