All the bad boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in I got one in the front and two in the And the keep screaming "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less While I invest in wet rock with all the big bitches bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up against the dead And pop it like I tossed a match in the And go harder than a fucking intervention of the class and the last to attend it Big make you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm motherfucking general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even gotta ask cause you finna Why this so sticky in this centerfold Sticky my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, them with Chronicles of Riddick bows in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them what they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Ted Bundy sick as John Gacy Chilling with a victim, she was 18 A hippie whore, met her at the liquor store She with dick to help support the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A piece of ass, so I on screwing it of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to stop it Look, you know it's not rape if you like it, So sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow 'round bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given a dull Gillette Mop the blood up, put the in the apartment
Stash her where we hide the marijuana and the "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 these hoes I met last night They thought I was cute I asked what that ass like right, red light, ran right through it "You even have your permit, what the fuck are you doing? " Maybe if you shut the fuck up, 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 stopped moving Pulse too, in the back, look confused As I turn to tell them both not to do shit Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, Swerved to the shoulder, tell both no moving Sit down in the back, cause the tinted As I rolled down mine to a new friendship "Aren't you a little too young to be " Officer, I'm just tryna get home "Get out the fucking car your license and registration" I ain't getting outta shit, you're starting to try my Didn't have backup, I could by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting Stabbed him in his neck and hip, him in the trunk and dipped Back to the fucking crib for some tea and crumpets,
All the bad bitches boo you rap I can you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact A one in the front, dead cop in the back And two live bitches screaming "Odd is back"