All the bad bitches boo you rap I can you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact 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 stock in wet rock Smoke all the big bitches bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up against the cops And pop it like I tossed a in the engine And go harder than a fucking intervention Clown of the and the last to attend it Big make you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your 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 what my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with of Riddick bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Vince Black Ted sick as John Gacy Chilling a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker whore, met her at the liquor store She freaked with dick to help support the habit 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 burgundy She's and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it Look, you know it's not rape if you it, bitch So sit down 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
Stash her where we hide the 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 these hoes I met last night They I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like right, red light, ran right through it "You don't even have your permit, what the fuck are you " Maybe if you the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Fuck-with-the-Music I'm zoning on Relapse, she's on Blueprint seconds it takes 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 shit Red, white, lights in the rear-view, shit Swerved to the shoulder, them both no moving Sit down in the back, cause the tinted As I rolled down mine to forge a new "Aren't you a little too to be driving? " Look Officer, I'm tryna get home "Get out the fucking car your license and registration" I getting outta shit, you're starting to try my patience Didn't backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped Back to the crib for some 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 bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"