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 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 the dead 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 Earl make you fags stand at Odd Future, I'm motherfucking general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass go Girl, you ain't even gotta ask you finna know Why Playboy so sticky in this centerfold Sticky what my 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: 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 picked up in the Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on it Slipped of a couple Rufilin 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 it's not rape if you like it, So sit like a pretty ho and don't fight the shit Or else I'll to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given with a Gillette Mop the blood up, put the body in the
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 bag's a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these hoes I met last They thought I was 'til I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran through it "You don't even have your permit, the fuck are you doing? " Maybe if you shut the fuck up, be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout bruises But no, you wanna be 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 moving Pulse too, in the back, look confused As I turn to tell them both not to do shit Red, white, blue in the rear-view, shit to the shoulder, tell them 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 " Look Officer, I'm just tryna get "Get out the fucking car with license and registration" I ain't getting outta shit, you're to try my patience Didn't have backup, I could tell by the Reached to the glove, the motherfucking hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the and dipped Back to the fucking for some tea and crumpets, shit
All the bad bitches boo you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in A one in the front, dead cop in the back And two live bitches screaming "Odd is back"