All the bad bitches boo you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in I got one in the and two in the back And the bitches keep screaming "Odd 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 dead And pop it like I tossed a in the engine And go harder than a fucking intervention of the class and the last to attend it Big Earl make you fags 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 cause you know Why this Playboy so in this centerfold Sticky what my niggas blow, icky finish foes Hit 'em low, litter with Chronicles of Riddick bows Chronic in the to the dome, got my system slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what they fo'
[Verse 2: Vince Black Ted sick as John Gacy Chilling with a victim, she was 18 A hippie whore, met her at the liquor store She freaked with dick to support the habit picked up in the fourth Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on it Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on burgundy carpet She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to stop it Look, you know it's not rape if you it, bitch So sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody Hide the slices from the gashes given a dull Gillette Mop the blood up, put the in the apartment
her where we hide the marijuana and the condoms "Hey, what's that? " Don't touch it or fucking look You are Fantasia and the bag's a fucking book
3:] Yo Vince, let me you 'bout these hoes I met last night They I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like Damn right, red light, ran right it "You don't even have your permit, what the fuck are you " if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Fuck-with-the-Music I'm zoning on Relapse, she's on Blueprint seconds it takes for her to turn blue With my around her throat, her arms stopped moving stops too, in the back, look confused As I to tell them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue in the rear-view, shit Swerved to the shoulder, tell them both no Sit down in the back, cause the tinted As I rolled 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 your license and registration" I ain't outta shit, you're 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 for some tea and crumpets, shit
All the bad bitches boo you rap I can teach you how to 'em like a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, dead cop in the And two bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"