[Hook] All the bad bitches boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact I got one in the front and two in the back And the bitches keep screaming "Odd Future is back"
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less talk While I invest stock in wet rock Smoke with all the big bitches bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the trunk, thumping up against the dead cops And pop it like I tossed a match in the engine And go harder than a fucking crack intervention Clown of the class and the last to attend it Big Earl make you fags stand at attention Odd Future, I'm your motherfucking general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go Girl, you ain't even gotta ask cause you finna know Why this Playboy so sticky in this centerfold Sticky what my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, riddle them with Chronicles of Riddick bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow So I'm walking out, ask them niggas what they sprinting fo'
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[Verse 2: Vince Staples] Black Ted Bundy sick as John Gacy Chilling with a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the liquor store She frequented to help support the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on screwing it Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it Look, you know it's not rape if you like it, bitch So sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the shit Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck Hide the slices from the gashes given with a dull Gillette Mop the blood up, put the body in the apartment Stash her where we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's that?" Don't touch it or even fucking look You are Fantasia and the body bag's a fucking book
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[Verse 3] Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these hoes I met last night They thought I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran right through it "You don't even have your permit, what the fuck are you doing?" Maybe if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music I'm zoning on Relapse, she's sliding on Blueprint Three seconds it takes for her to turn blue With my hands around her throat, her arms stopped moving Pulse stops too, in the back, look confused As I turn to tell them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, shit Swerved to the shoulder, tell them both no moving Sit down in the back, cause the windows tinted As I rolled down mine to forge a new friendship "Aren't you a little too young to be driving?" Look Officer, I'm just tryna get home "Get out the fucking car with your license and registration" I ain't getting outta shit, you're starting to try my patience Didn't have backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped Back to the fucking crib for some tea and crumpets, shit
[Outro] All the bad bitches boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull ‘em like a tutor, in fact A dead one in the front, dead cop in the back And two live bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
