All the bad bitches boo 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 bitches keep "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a T-Rex cock, talk While I stock in wet rock Smoke with all the big bitches "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 fucking intervention Clown of the class and the to attend it Big Earl make you stand at attention Odd Future, I'm motherfucking general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even ask cause you finna know Why this Playboy so sticky in this Sticky what my niggas blow, Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with Chronicles of bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Black Ted Bundy as John Gacy Chilling a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker whore, met her at the liquor store She freaked with dick to support the habit picked up in the fourth A piece of ass, so I plan on screwing it Slipped of a Rufilin inside the bitch's juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on Earl's carpet She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking it Look, you know not rape if you like it, bitch So sit down like a pretty ho and don't the shit Or else I'll have to tie a bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the given with a dull Gillette Mop the blood up, put the body in the
her where we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's that? " Don't touch it or even fucking You are Fantasia and the bag's a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these hoes I met last thought I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran right it "You don't have your permit, what the fuck are you doing? " Maybe if you 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 zoning on Relapse, she's sliding on seconds it takes for her to turn blue With my hands around her throat, her arms moving Pulse too, in the back, look 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 both no moving Sit in the back, cause the windows tinted As I rolled down to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a little too young to be " Look Officer, I'm tryna get home "Get out the fucking car with your and registration" I ain't getting outta shit, starting to try my patience Didn't backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting knife 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 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 bitches "Odd Future is back"