[Werewolf]
I tell him sweets, I'm a G, when the f**ers so weed
I'ma drink, error terror mad of forest impossible
But the teeth, oh yeah?, you coming with me
I'm in tell him back to forest in my terrible forest
I'm in teeth will breath, I'm in tell him let's health
I'm in tell him mad of corpse so make out so a wolf
Admit day admitted born I did comes a wolf
Admit take 'em, but admit think a magic corpse
I'm a G, and I'm like a run 'em burn to for fit just
Never like a town magical sible ferret frice
Don't be afraid you b**h, yeah
[Mr. Candy]
Yeah, go butchers, I'm a ringin' in the comas in a [?]
I don't care with you, I'm a tearin' they going
In progress...