All the bad bitches boo 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 keep "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a cock, less talk While I invest stock in wet with all the big bitches bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up the dead cops And pop it I tossed a match in the engine And go harder a fucking crack intervention Clown of the class and the to attend it Big Earl make you fags at attention Odd Future, I'm your general 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't gotta ask cause you finna know Why this Playboy so in this centerfold Sticky what my blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them Chronicles of Riddick bows Chronic in the to the dome, got my system slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what they fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Ted Bundy sick as John Gacy Chilling a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker whore, met her at the liquor store She freaked with to help support the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A of ass, so I plan on screwing it Slipped of a Rufilin inside the bitch's 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 it's not rape if you like it, So sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow 'round your neck Hide the from the gashes given with a dull Gillette Mop the blood up, put the in the apartment
Stash her where we the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's that? " Don't touch it or fucking look You are and the body bag's a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you 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 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 your But no, you wanna be Fuck-with-the-Music I'm zoning on Relapse, 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, confused As I to tell them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue in the rear-view, shit Swerved to the shoulder, tell both no moving 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? " Look Officer, I'm just get home "Get out the fucking car with license and registration" I ain't getting outta shit, starting to try my patience Didn't have backup, I could 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 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 dead in the front, cop in the back And two live screaming "Odd Future is back"