All the bad boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in I got one in the and two in the back And the bitches keep "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a cock, less talk While I invest 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 match in the And go than a fucking crack intervention Clown of the and the last to attend it Big make you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm motherfucking general Catch 'em them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't gotta ask cause you finna know Why this so sticky in this centerfold Sticky what my niggas blow, icky Earl finish Hit 'em low, litter them Chronicles of Riddick bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them what they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Vince Black Ted Bundy sick as Gacy Chilling a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the store She with dick to help support the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A of ass, so I plan on screwing it of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on Earl's carpet kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it Look, you know it's not 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 your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given with a Gillette Mop the blood up, put the body in the
Stash her we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's " 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 They thought I was cute I asked what that ass like right, red light, ran right through it "You don't have your permit, what the fuck are you doing? " if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout bruises But no, you be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music I'm zoning on Relapse, she's sliding on Three it takes for her to turn blue With my hands around her throat, her stopped moving Pulse stops too, in the back, look As I turn to them both 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 tinted As I rolled mine to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a little too young to be " Officer, I'm just tryna get home "Get out the fucking car with license and registration" I ain't outta shit, you're starting to try my patience Didn't have backup, I tell by the Hummingbike to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the and dipped to the fucking crib for some tea and crumpets, shit
All the bad boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, dead cop in the And two bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"