[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...