All the bad boo when you rap I can teach you how to 'em like a tutor, in fact I got one in the front and two in the And the bitches keep screaming "Odd is back"
1:] Wolf with a cock, less talk While I invest stock in wet Smoke all the big bitches bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up the dead cops And pop it I tossed a match in the engine And go than a fucking crack intervention Clown of the class and the to attend it Big make you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your general Catch 'em where slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't gotta ask cause you finna know Why this Playboy so sticky in this Sticky my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with Chronicles of bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what sprinting fo'
[Verse 2: Staples] Black Ted Bundy as John Gacy with a possible victim, she was 18 A hippie whore, met her at the liquor store She with dick to help support the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A piece of ass, so I on screwing it Slipped of a couple Rufilin the bitch's juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on burgundy carpet She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking it Look, you know not rape if you like it, bitch So sit down like a ho and don't fight the shit Or else have to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given a dull Gillette Mop the up, put the body in the apartment
Stash her where we the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's " Don't touch it or even fucking look You are Fantasia and the bag's a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these I met last night They thought I was 'til I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran through it "You don't even your permit, what the fuck are you doing? " Maybe if you shut the fuck up, be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Fuck-with-the-Music I'm on Relapse, she's sliding on Blueprint Three seconds it takes for her to blue With my hands her throat, her arms stopped moving Pulse stops too, in the back, confused As I turn to them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, lights 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 mine to a new friendship "Aren't you a little too to be driving? " Look Officer, I'm just tryna get "Get out the car with your license and registration" I getting outta 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 and hip, threw him in the trunk 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 a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, dead cop in the And two bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"