All the bad boo when 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 bitches keep screaming "Odd is back"
1:] Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less While I stock in wet rock Smoke with all the big bitches "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up the dead cops And pop it I tossed a match in the engine And go harder than a fucking intervention of the class and the last to attend it Big Earl make you stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even ask cause you finna know Why this so sticky in this centerfold Sticky what my niggas blow, icky finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with Chronicles of bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my system Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Black Ted sick as John Gacy with a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the store She freaked with dick to help support the habit 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 She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking it Look, you it's not rape if you like it, bitch So sit down like a pretty ho and fight the shit Or else have to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given with a dull Mop the blood up, put the body in the
Stash her where we hide the and the condoms "Hey, what's " 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 I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran through it "You don't even your permit, what the fuck are you doing? " Maybe if you shut the 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, sliding on Blueprint Three seconds it for her to turn blue my hands around her throat, her arms stopped moving Pulse stops too, in the back, confused As I turn to tell them both not to do stupid Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, Swerved to the shoulder, tell both no moving Sit down in the back, the windows tinted As I down mine to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a little too to be driving? " Look Officer, I'm just tryna get "Get out the fucking car with license and registration" I ain't getting shit, you're starting to try my patience Didn't have backup, I could by the Hummingbike to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and Back to the fucking for some tea and crumpets, shit
All the bad bitches boo you rap I can you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, dead cop in the And two live bitches "Odd Future is back"