All the bad boo when 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 a T-Rex cock, less talk While I stock in wet rock with all the big bitches bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, up against the dead cops And pop it like I a match in the engine And go harder than a fucking crack Clown of the class and the to attend it Big Earl you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab ass niggas go Girl, you even gotta ask cause you finna know Why this Playboy so sticky in this Sticky what my blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with Chronicles of bows in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Black Ted Bundy sick as John 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 piece of ass, so I plan on it Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on burgundy carpet She's and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it Look, you know not rape if you like it, bitch So sit down a pretty ho and don't fight the shit Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow 'round bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given with a Gillette Mop the blood up, put the in the apartment
Stash her we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, that? " Don't touch it or even fucking look You are Fantasia and the body a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me you 'bout these hoes I met last night They thought I was cute 'til I what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran right it "You don't even have your permit, what the fuck are you " if you shut the fuck up, we'd 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 seconds it takes for her to turn blue With my around her throat, her arms stopped moving Pulse stops too, in the back, confused As I to tell them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue in the rear-view, shit Swerved to the shoulder, them both no moving Sit down in the back, cause the windows As I rolled mine to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a too young to be driving? " Look Officer, I'm just tryna get "Get out the fucking car 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, grabbed the motherfucking hunting 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 bitches boo you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em a tutor, in fact A one in the front, dead cop in the back And two live bitches screaming "Odd is back"