[Verse 1:] Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses Odd Future leaving even niggas in past tense Style is patent, the measures is drastic Either that or they 4: 4, some call them fantastic She called me fantastic, I called her a fat bitch Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket The funeral service was fucking worthless, so I said a couple words at it Didn't know her but I'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick The Odd nigga with a spoon in your danimals As hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of cantaloupes Harder than granite, hoes know I'm coming With the grand force of Van Damme's fist in a damn cannon so Fans catch us on Animal Planet, tracking hoes And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow The aftermath proves to be smoother than hair relaxer, oh
[Hook:] Wave high to the Ritalin regiment Double S shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch Hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in Kill 'em all, O.F. is what I represent Say hi to the Ritalin regiment Double S shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch Hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in Kill 'em all, O.F. is what I represent
[Verse 2:] Took the van, went snatch her Oh, you wanna snap this grass? Snap your fucking jabba Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie Ace for back up like fag I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled With snacks for after class for the whole class, to snack up Yeah, right, get over here faster Cause Earl's a pro rapper but amateur kidnapper
[Tyler:] Earl, goddammit, I'm still in my damn pajamas Waiting on mom to bring me the Aspirin from a trampoline jump And if I pick her up, I'm humping and I'm fucking with no lubricant I'm using spit, piss, vaseline or something, how old is she? (Seventeen) This bitch is underage But I'll have her face off tied and Nicholas Cage But anyway, give me cash fag, cause I'm low on gas Aww fuck it, 'bout to jack off, go catch a fucking cab No I'm not lying when I say that brother's all I have But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, I'm sleep
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[Bridge: x2] Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Odd Future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice Odd Future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
[Verse 3:] I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from Sister with the biggest bumbaclot girls I'm around calves big cause they run a lot and scream, oh Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius He ain't touching me like Martin Sheen's penis Y'all niggas ain't clean as my team is meanest Hitting amputees in the knees, Jesus Please, just peep the Crystal Method where I take a fucking beat, strip it naked then I wreck it It's no question, Sweatshirt's O.F And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch Hammerhat flyer than a bag of ass And Jane's a fucking acrobat, I'll flip her on a mattress Last straw, fuck that, I'm who broke the camel's back Say you want that dope shit, welcome to Satan's cabbage patch, bitch
[Outro:] Told you he can rap, dumb muthafuckaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
