All the bad bitches boo 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 keep screaming "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf a T-Rex cock, less talk While I invest stock in wet Smoke 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 a fucking crack intervention Clown of the and the last to attend it Big Earl make you fags at attention Odd Future, I'm motherfucking general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass go Girl, you ain't 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 Chronicles of Riddick bows Chronic in the to the dome, got my system slow Saw 'em out, ask them niggas what they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Vince Black Ted Bundy as John Gacy Chilling with a victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker whore, met her at the liquor store She freaked dick to help support the habit picked up in the fourth A piece of ass, so I plan on screwing it Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the juice and gin thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy 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 don't the shit Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow your bloody neck Hide the slices 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 " 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 these hoes I met last They thought I was cute 'til I asked what ass like right, red light, ran right through it "You don't even have permit, what the fuck are you doing? " if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Miss I'm zoning on Relapse, sliding on Blueprint Three it takes for her to turn blue With my around her throat, her arms stopped moving stops too, in the back, look confused As I turn to them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, Swerved to the shoulder, tell both no moving Sit in the back, cause the windows tinted As I rolled down to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a little too to be driving? " Look Officer, I'm just get home "Get out the fucking car with your and registration" I ain't getting shit, you're starting to try my patience have backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, him in the trunk and dipped 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 in the front, dead cop in the back And two live bitches screaming "Odd is back"