All the bad bitches boo you rap I can teach you how to 'em like a tutor, in fact I got one in the front and two in the And the bitches keep "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less I invest stock in wet rock Smoke with all the big bitches "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up against the cops And pop it like I a match in the engine And go than a fucking crack intervention Clown of the class and the last to it Big Earl make you stand at attention Odd Future, I'm motherfucking general Catch 'em where slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even gotta ask cause you know Why this so sticky in this centerfold Sticky what my niggas blow, Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with Chronicles of bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my slow Saw 'em out, ask them niggas what they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Black Ted sick as John Gacy with a possible victim, she was 18 A hippie whore, met her at the liquor store She freaked with dick to help support the habit picked up in the Grade A of ass, so I plan on screwing it Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the 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 know it's not rape if you like it, So sit down like a pretty ho and don't the shit Or else I'll to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given with a Gillette Mop the up, put the body in the apartment
Stash her we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's " Don't touch it or even fucking look You are and the body bag's a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout hoes I met last night thought I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran right it "You don't even have your permit, what the are you doing? " Maybe if you the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your But no, you be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music I'm on Relapse, she's sliding on Blueprint Three seconds it for her to turn blue With my hands around her throat, her arms stopped Pulse stops too, in the back, look As I to tell them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, lights in the rear-view, shit Swerved to the shoulder, tell them both no Sit down in the back, the windows tinted As I rolled down to forge a new friendship "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, you're starting to try my Didn't backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, the motherfucking hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, him in the trunk and dipped Back to the crib for some tea and crumpets, shit
All the bad boo when you rap I can teach you how to 'em like a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, cop in the back And two bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"