All the bad boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in I got one in the front and two in the And the keep 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 dead And pop it like I tossed a match in the And go harder than a fucking crack Clown of the class and the to attend it Big Earl make you fags at attention Odd Future, I'm motherfucking general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even gotta ask you finna know Why this Playboy so in this centerfold Sticky what my niggas blow, icky finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with Chronicles of Riddick in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what they fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Black Ted Bundy sick as John Chilling with a victim, she was 18 A hippie whore, met her at the liquor store She freaked with dick to help the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on it Slipped of a couple Rufilin the bitch's juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on burgundy 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 ho and don't fight the shit Or else I'll to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes with a dull Gillette Mop the up, put the body in the apartment
Stash her where we hide the and the condoms "Hey, that? " Don't touch it or even fucking look You are Fantasia and the body bag's a book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you these hoes I met last night thought I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran through it "You don't even have your permit, the fuck are you doing? " Maybe if you shut the up, we'd be cruising And you be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises But no, you be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music I'm zoning on Relapse, sliding on Blueprint seconds it takes for her to turn blue With my around her throat, her arms stopped moving Pulse stops too, in the back, look As I turn to tell them not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, Swerved to the shoulder, tell them no moving Sit down in the back, cause the windows As I down mine to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a too young to be driving? " Officer, I'm just tryna get home "Get out the fucking car with license and registration" I ain't getting shit, you're starting to try my patience have backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the and dipped Back to the crib for some tea and crumpets, shit
All the bad boo when you rap I can you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact A one in the front, dead cop in the back And two bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"