All the bad bitches boo you rap I can teach you how to 'em like a tutor, in fact I got one in the and two in the back And the bitches keep screaming "Odd is back"
1:] Wolf with a T-Rex cock, talk While I invest in wet rock Smoke with all the big bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up against the dead And pop it like I tossed a match in the And go harder than a crack intervention Clown of the and the last to attend it Big make you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm motherfucking general Catch 'em where slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even gotta ask cause you know Why this Playboy so in this centerfold Sticky my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, them with 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: Staples] Black Ted Bundy sick as John Chilling a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker whore, met her at the liquor store She freaked with dick to help support the picked up in the fourth Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on it Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's 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 if you like it, bitch So sit down like a ho and don't fight the shit Or else I'll have to tie a bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices the gashes given with a dull Gillette Mop the blood up, put the in the apartment
Stash her where we the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's that? " Don't touch it or even fucking You are Fantasia and the body bag's a fucking
3:] Yo Vince, let me you 'bout these hoes I met last night They thought I was cute I asked what that 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 fuck up, we'd be And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout 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, confused As I to tell them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue in the rear-view, shit to the shoulder, tell them both no moving Sit down in the back, cause the windows As I down mine to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a too young to be driving? " Look Officer, I'm tryna get home "Get out the fucking car with your and registration" I ain't getting outta shit, you're to try my patience Didn't have backup, I tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the and dipped Back to the fucking crib for some tea and crumpets,
All the bad bitches boo you rap I can you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, cop in the back And two bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"