All the bad bitches boo you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em a tutor, in fact 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, thumpin' up against the cops And pop it like I a match in the engine And go harder than a crack intervention Clown of the class and the to attend it Big Earl you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your general 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go Girl, you even gotta ask cause you finna know Why this Playboy so sticky in centerfold Sticky what my blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter with Chronicles of Riddick bows Chronic in the to the dome, got my system slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what they fo'
[Verse 2: Vince Black Ted Bundy as John Gacy with a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the 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, for me to fucking stop it Look, you know it's not rape if you like it, So sit like a pretty ho and don't fight the shit Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given a dull Gillette Mop the blood up, put the in the apartment
her where we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's that? " Don't touch it or fucking look You are Fantasia and the bag's a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these hoes I met last They thought I was 'til I asked what that 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 wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your But no, you be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music I'm zoning on Relapse, she's sliding on seconds it takes for her to turn blue With my hands her throat, her arms stopped moving Pulse too, in the back, look confused As I turn to tell 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 mine to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a too young to be driving? " Look Officer, I'm just tryna get "Get out the fucking car with your and registration" I ain't getting outta shit, you're to try my patience have backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, the motherfucking hunting knife 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 pull 'em like a tutor, in A one dead in the front, cop in the back And two live bitches screaming "Odd is back"