All the bad bitches boo 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 While I 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 fucking crack Clown of the class and the last to it Big Earl make you stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your general 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even ask cause you finna know Why Playboy so sticky in this centerfold Sticky my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with Chronicles of Riddick Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my slow Saw 'em walking out, ask niggas what they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Vince Ted Bundy sick as John Gacy Chilling a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the liquor She freaked with dick to help support the habit up in the fourth Grade A of ass, so I plan on screwing it of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's 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 not rape if you like it, bitch So sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the Or else I'll have to tie a bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given a dull Gillette Mop the up, put the body in the apartment
her where we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's that? " Don't it or even fucking look You are and the body bag's a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these hoes I met last They thought I was cute 'til I asked what that ass 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 your bruises But no, you wanna be Miss I'm zoning on Relapse, sliding on Blueprint Three seconds it for her to turn blue With my around 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, blue in the rear-view, shit Swerved to the shoulder, tell both no moving Sit down in the back, the windows 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 ain't getting outta shit, you're starting to try my Didn't have backup, I could tell by the Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped Back to the fucking crib for tea and crumpets, shit
All the bad boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in A one dead in the front, dead cop in the And two live bitches screaming "Odd is back"