All the bad boo when 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 screaming "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a cock, less talk I invest stock in wet rock Smoke with all the big bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, up against the dead cops And pop it I tossed a match in the engine And go harder than a crack intervention Clown of the and the last to attend it Big Earl you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your motherfucking Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even gotta ask cause you know Why this so sticky in this centerfold Sticky what my niggas blow, 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 what they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Vince Black Ted Bundy sick as John Chilling a possible 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 Next thing you know, on Earl's burgundy carpet She's and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it Look, you know not rape if you like it, bitch So sit down like a ho and don't fight the shit Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody Hide the slices the gashes given with a dull Gillette Mop the blood up, put the body in the
Stash her where we hide the 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 that ass Damn right, red light, ran right it "You don't even have your permit, what the are you doing? " if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing your bruises But no, you be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music I'm on Relapse, she's sliding on Blueprint Three seconds it takes for her to blue With my hands around her throat, her stopped moving stops too, in the back, look confused As I turn to tell them not to do shit stupid Red, white, lights in the rear-view, shit to the shoulder, tell them 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 getting outta shit, you're starting to try my patience Didn't have backup, I could by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, the motherfucking hunting knife him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped Back to the fucking for some tea and crumpets, shit
All the bad boo when 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"