The fat Wolf boy has never and will never, write a tune on the guitar that approaches anything as genius as his father. The day that motherfucker writes something like "In A Simple Rhyme" or "Panama" or "The Full Bug" or any one of a bunch of other examples, is the day I fall over dead. That fat fuck has ZERO originality. His dad had all originality.
I wish this fat Wolf fuck would just explode already. Like the guys head in the movie Scanners. Only his fat fuck gut, not his big fat head.