All the bad boo when 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, thumpin' up the dead cops And pop it like I tossed a in the engine And go harder than a fucking crack Clown of the class and the to attend it Big Earl you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your motherfucking Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab 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 Chronicles of Riddick bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my system Saw 'em walking out, ask them what they sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Vince Ted Bundy sick as John Gacy Chilling a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker whore, met her at the liquor store She with dick to help support the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A of ass, so I plan on screwing it Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the juice and gin Next you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it Look, you know it's not 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 pretty bow 'round your neck Hide the slices from the gashes given with a Gillette Mop the blood up, put the in the apartment
Stash her we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's that? " touch it or even fucking look You are Fantasia and the bag's a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you these hoes I met last night They thought I was cute 'til I asked what ass like right, red light, ran right through it "You don't have your permit, what the fuck are you doing? " Maybe if you shut the up, we'd be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your But no, you wanna be Fuck-with-the-Music I'm on Relapse, she's 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, 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 them both no Sit down in the back, cause the tinted As I down mine to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a little too to be driving? " Look Officer, I'm just get home "Get out the fucking car with your and registration" I ain't getting shit, you're starting to try my patience Didn't have backup, I could tell by the Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the 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, cop in the back And two live bitches "Odd Future is back"