All the bad bitches boo 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 keep screaming "Odd Future is back"
1:] Wolf with a cock, less talk While I invest in wet rock Smoke with all the big bitches "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 crack intervention Clown of the class and the to attend it Big make you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your motherfucking 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even gotta ask you finna know Why this so sticky in this centerfold Sticky what my niggas blow, icky finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with of Riddick bows in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Vince Black Ted Bundy sick as Gacy Chilling with a victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the store She freaked with dick to help the habit picked up in the fourth A piece of ass, so I plan on screwing it Slipped of a couple inside the bitch's juice and gin Next you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet She's and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it Look, you it's not rape if you like it, bitch So sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the Or else I'll to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices the gashes given with a dull Gillette Mop the blood up, put the body in the
Stash her where we the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's that? " Don't touch it or 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 thought I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran 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, 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Miss I'm on Relapse, she's sliding on Blueprint Three it takes for her to turn blue With my hands around her throat, her arms moving Pulse stops too, in the back, look As I turn to tell both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, Swerved to the shoulder, tell them both no Sit down in the back, cause the tinted 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 your license and registration" I ain't getting outta shit, starting to try my patience Didn't have backup, I tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking knife 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 boo when you rap I can you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, dead cop in the And two live bitches "Odd Future is back"