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