All the bad boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em a tutor, in fact I got one in the front and two in the And the keep screaming "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a cock, less talk I invest stock in wet rock 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 than a crack intervention of the class and the last to attend it Big make you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm motherfucking general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab ass niggas go Girl, you ain't gotta ask cause you finna know Why this Playboy so sticky in centerfold Sticky my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter with Chronicles of Riddick bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my slow Saw 'em walking out, ask niggas what they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Black Ted Bundy sick as John Chilling with a victim, she was 18 A hippie whore, met her at the liquor store She freaked with to help support the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A piece of ass, so I on screwing it Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's 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 it's not rape if you it, bitch So sit down like a pretty ho and don't the shit Or else I'll to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given with a Gillette Mop the blood up, put the body in the
Stash her where we the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, that? " 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 'bout these 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 even have permit, what the fuck are you doing? " if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Miss I'm zoning on Relapse, she's sliding on Three seconds it takes for her to blue With my hands around her throat, her arms moving Pulse stops too, in the back, 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 them both no Sit down in the back, cause the tinted As I rolled down 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 getting outta 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, 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 teach you how to pull 'em a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, cop in the back And two live bitches "Odd Future is back"