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 screaming "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a T-Rex cock, talk While I invest stock in wet with all the big bitches bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up the dead cops And pop it like I tossed a match in the And go harder than a crack intervention Clown of the class and the last to it Big Earl make you fags at attention Odd Future, I'm your motherfucking Catch 'em where them slap, slash, bitch ass niggas go Girl, you even gotta ask cause you finna know Why this so sticky in this centerfold Sticky my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with Chronicles of Riddick in the spliff 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 hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the liquor She freaked with dick to help support the 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 Next thing you know, we're on Earl's carpet kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it Look, you know it's not if you like it, bitch So sit down like a ho and don't fight the shit Or I'll have to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given with a dull Mop the up, put the body in the apartment
Stash her where we hide the and the condoms "Hey, what's that? " Don't it or even fucking look You are Fantasia and the body bag's a book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout hoes I met last night thought 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? " if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout bruises But no, you wanna be Fuck-with-the-Music I'm zoning on Relapse, sliding on Blueprint Three it takes for her to turn blue With my hands her throat, her arms stopped moving Pulse stops too, in the back, look As I turn to tell them both not to do stupid Red, white, lights in the rear-view, shit Swerved to the shoulder, them both no moving Sit down in the back, the windows tinted As I rolled down mine to a new friendship "Aren't you a too young to be driving? " Officer, I'm just tryna get home "Get out the fucking car your license and registration" I getting outta shit, you're starting to try my patience Didn't backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and Back to the crib 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, cop in the back And two live bitches "Odd Future is back"