All the bad bitches boo you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em a tutor, in fact I got one in the and two in the back And the bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less While I invest stock in wet Smoke with all the big bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up against the cops And pop it like I a match in the engine And go harder than a crack intervention Clown of the class and the last to it Big Earl you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm motherfucking general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even ask cause you finna know Why Playboy so sticky in this centerfold Sticky what my blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, them with Chronicles of Riddick bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my system Saw 'em walking out, ask them what they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Black Ted Bundy as John Gacy Chilling a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker whore, met her at the liquor store She freaked dick to help support the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on it of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on Earl's carpet She's kicking and screaming, for me to fucking stop it Look, you it's not rape if you like it, bitch So sit down like a pretty ho and fight the shit Or else I'll to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the given with a dull Gillette Mop the up, put the body in the apartment
Stash her where we hide the marijuana and the "Hey, that? " Don't touch it or even fucking look You are Fantasia and the body a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these I met last night They thought I was cute I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran through it "You don't even your permit, what the fuck are you doing? " Maybe if you shut the fuck up, be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout bruises But no, you wanna be Fuck-with-the-Music I'm zoning on Relapse, she's on Blueprint Three seconds it takes for her to turn With my hands around her throat, her arms moving Pulse stops too, in the back, confused As I turn to them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue in the rear-view, shit to the shoulder, tell them both no moving Sit down in the back, cause the tinted As I rolled down mine to forge a new "Aren't you a too young to be driving? " Officer, I'm just tryna get home "Get out the car with your license and registration" I ain't getting outta shit, starting to try my patience have backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the hunting knife him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped Back to the fucking crib for tea and crumpets, shit
All the bad bitches boo you rap I can teach you how to 'em like a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, dead cop in the And two bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"