All the bad boo when you rap I can you how to pull '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 a T-Rex cock, less talk While I stock in wet rock 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 fucking intervention of the class and the last to attend it Big Earl make you stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your motherfucking Catch 'em where them slap, slash, bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even gotta ask cause you finna Why this Playboy so sticky in centerfold Sticky what my niggas blow, icky Earl foes Hit 'em low, litter with Chronicles of Riddick bows in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Black Ted Bundy as John Gacy with a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the liquor She freaked with dick to help the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A piece of ass, so I on screwing it Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's and gin Next thing you know, we're on burgundy carpet She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to stop it Look, you know it's not rape if you it, bitch So sit down like a pretty ho and don't the shit Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow your bloody neck the slices from the gashes given with a dull Gillette Mop the up, put the body in the apartment
Stash her we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, that? " Don't touch 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 I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran right it "You even 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 'bout your But no, you be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music I'm zoning on Relapse, she's on Blueprint Three seconds it takes for her to turn With my hands around her throat, her arms stopped Pulse stops too, in the back, confused As I to tell them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue in the rear-view, shit Swerved to the shoulder, tell both no moving Sit down in the back, cause the windows As I rolled down to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a little too 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 starting to try my Didn't backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting knife Stabbed him in his and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped to the fucking crib 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, cop in the back And two live bitches screaming "Odd is back"