[Intro]
Left Brain, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang, Free Earl, uh

[Verse 1]
Goddamn, I love women
Daydream about penis being in 'em
Meet them with a big grin with a MAC-10
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em
All beige suit made out of white women
With the red lipstick, dancing to John Lennon
With the red splattered jeans made out of blue denim
They can catch me in the spot where the sun don't shine
Bitch, don't mind me, shake your hiney!
The only motherfucking Wolf here that spit venom
You're a bad bitch with a real good kitten
And I got the appetite of them fat black women
Wolf Gang in this bitch with a bunch of rats with 'em
Lookin' like the holocaust with Supreme hats with 'em
I am tryna get Miss Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny-chin-chin
Umm, what's that? The cock of a black dude
Mad 'cause his daughter got the swag of a vacuum (Aw, fuck it!)
I'll take her to the back room dungeon, fightin' and punchin'
And now the slut is under the fucking assumption
That I will be fucking and munchin' her muffin
Cunt will be bleeding, but that's not from the
Time signature of the month, umm

[Chorus]
(It's because) It's because I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shit
'Til I grab them throats and start smacking them shits
(It's because) I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shits
'Til she decides to take Dracula's dick

[Verse 2]
Goddamn, I love bitches
Especially when they only suck dick and wash dishes (What?)
Cook and clean and grant my wishes
And make me and the Wolf Gang sandwiches
Transylvania crypt, let's take a tour
Bitch, try getting through that black trap door
Keep yellin' and workin' them vocal chords
And that'll be more of a reason that you get slapped up for
Is that Ford trunk's comfy? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? No, fuck Buffy!
That little bitch keeps trying to hunt me
Jumping over gates, what the fuck she want from me?
She keeps sendin' me garlic
How many times I gotta tell her I'm allergic?!
(I like your cape!) Oh, this Bathing Ape cape?
Bitch, I got it for a bargain at the neighborhood Target
Fangs are sharp, and I hope you know
That all I really want from you is that throat
I can't eat pussy 'cause I might leave cuts
Then there's blood on my sheets, but that might be a plus
On the channel, a fucking animal, leaking like pairs of candles
Bitch, is it hard to handle?
I don't want a bride, I just want bone marrow (Oh shit!)

[Chorus]
(It's because) Umm, I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shit
'Til I grab them throats and start smackin' them shits
(It's because) I'm Dracula, bitch!
Don't got a problem smackin' a bitch
Kidnappin', attacking, with axes and shits
'Til she decides to take Dracula's dick

[Outro]
Bite her in her fucking neck, bite her in her fucking neck
Bottom of the fucking lake, bottom of the fucking lake
Call my gang of wolves and bats, call my gang of wolves and bats
It’s a full moon tonight, and these hoes ain't actin' right
(It's because) 'Cause I'm Dracula, bitch! (Swag, swag, swag)
(It's because) Left Brain, Wolf Haley, Free Earl, Golf Wang
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Golf Wang
It's the fucking (Golf Wang)
It's the fucking (Golf Wang)
I am from the (Golf Wang)
Nigga, this is (Golf Wang)
Fucking faggot (Golf Wang!)
Kill them bitches (Golf Wang!)
There's no one like us (Golf Wang!)
Fucking niggas, I am from the (Golf Wang)
Golf Wang!

[Intro: Dr. TC]
So, what's going on, Wolf?
Talk to me, man
People worry, we hearing stories about you getting into fights and all this unnecessary bullshit
It's—Wh—What's on your mind? Talk to me, I'm here

[Hook]
Domo, roll another one
I'm just fuckin' with you, I ain't smokin' none
My squad bring terror, no intended pun (Wolf Gang, nigga)
Merch booth made niggas extensive funds (This nigga paid)
Mama got the Rover with the Range (Yeah)
She don't ever, ever gotta struggle, not again (Wolf Gang, nigga)
And I put that on my dead grandmama's name (Rest in peace)
Too soon (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Uh, my nigga Slater, yeah, that's my little pony
Little homies is repping like I been fucking with Kony
Nigga, Phillip and Kobi, to my niggas that know me
Your boy seem happy as fuck, but truthfully, your boy lonely
Nigga's a target for marketing, he's an artist
Can't even walk into Target without bothering customers
Bothering, asking me for a picture, can I talk to they sister?
Nah, nigga, get lost, you're fucking smothering
God, I wanna quit, but I can't
'Cause mother and sister can't pay the rent
Four stories with storage, I'm twenty-one with a mortgage
And touring's paying the bills, life is paying for thrills
Life's a bitch, bruh, but from the third floor, man, she's gorgeous
A year ago, I was broke; now, how can I afford this?
I started off with disposables; now, I have an assortment
And I'm using these negatives to develop a portrait
Now, the frame is a pain in the ass
To get it in without a scratch or stain on the glass, but that's not important
Just as long as it's printed, and I hinted it is
But when I get it, I'll make sure you get a copy, you bitch
Shit, I'll even add a signature with the fuckin' pic-a-ture
I'll even tell you the film I used, and the aperture

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Domo, roll another one
I'm just fuckin' with you, I ain't smokin' none
My squad bring terror, no intended pun (Wolf Gang, nigga)
Merch booth made niggas extensive funds (This nigga paid)
Mama got the Rover with the Range (Yeah)
She don't ever, ever gotta struggle, not again (Wolf Gang, nigga)
And I put that on my dead grandmama's name (Rest in peace)
Too soon (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Uh, Grandmother died, didn't cry, not a tear
Not gonna lie, fucking weird, no water dripped out the eye
But when I got the news, yup, it left your boy stuck
'Cause when my mom dipped, she was the one that gave me a fuck
Mom calling and calling, I'm on my way to a show
I answered, she crying, saying, "Sadie is dying"
The doc said she only had a week for us to speak
Before she deceased, 'cause cancer was just eating her cheeks up
Fuck! Nah, this is really awkward for me, bruh
I hang the phone up, and adjust my seat back
And started to think, like, "What the fuck just happened?"
I never had a death, and I just seen her a week ago
Meet them at the hospital, I should
In between the set of BADBADNOTGOOD
Lionel asked what happened, I said it's bad, bad, not good
Just take me to the Cedars-Sinai off of Oakwood
Getting there, family sitting center chair
Awkward in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning air
Getting there, need a sticker saying how I got in there
There's her room, open up the curtain, she's just sitting there, "Hello"
Our conversation's brief
Couldn't even make eye contact when we speak
Lookin' at her, you could tell all she had was weak
And I'm not talkin' days, bruh, I'm talkin' 'bout her strength
I sat there, twenty minutes tops
Hoping it was just a fucking plea that she could cop
She died that night

[Outro: Dr. TC & Tyler, the Creator]
Oh, that's heavy, man
I'm sorry for your loss
Yeah, whatever
Don't worry about it...
The last time I seen Sammy, he was lookin' for you
Fuck that nigga, Samuel!
Uhh, have you seen him?
Nah, but if I seen that nigga, I woulda killed him