All the bad bitches boo you rap I can teach you how to 'em like a tutor, in fact I got one in the front and two in the And the bitches keep "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less While I invest in wet rock Smoke all the big bitches bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up the dead cops And pop it like I a match in the engine And go harder than a crack intervention Clown of the class and the last to it Big Earl make you fags stand at Odd Future, I'm your motherfucking Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass go Girl, you even 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 with of Riddick bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Vince Black Ted Bundy sick as 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 piece of ass, so I on screwing it Slipped of a couple Rufilin the bitch's juice and gin thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet She's kicking and screaming, for me to fucking stop it Look, you know not rape if you like it, bitch So sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the Or else have to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices the gashes given with a dull Gillette Mop the blood up, put the in the apartment
Stash her we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's that? " Don't touch it or even fucking You are Fantasia and the body bag's a fucking
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout 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 fuck up, be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Fuck-with-the-Music I'm on Relapse, she's 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 them no moving Sit down in the back, cause the tinted As I rolled down mine to a new friendship "Aren't you a little too to be driving? " Look Officer, I'm tryna get home "Get out the fucking car with your and registration" I ain't getting shit, you're starting to try my patience Didn't have backup, I tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting 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 teach you how to 'em like a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, dead cop in the And two live screaming "Odd Future is back"