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All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches keep screaming "Odd Future is back"

All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches keep screaming "Odd Future is back"

Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less talk

While I invest stock in wet rock

Smoke with all the big b*tches 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 f**king 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 motherf**king general

Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab b*tch 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'

All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches keep screaming "Odd Future is back"

All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches keep screaming "Odd Future is back"

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 b*tch's juice and gin

Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet

She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to f**king stop it

Look, you know it's not rape if you like it, b*tch

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 it where we hide the marijuana and the condoms

"Hey, what's that?" Don't touch it or even f**king look

You are Fantasia and the body bag's a f**king book

All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches keep screaming "Odd Future is back"

All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches keep screaming "Odd Future is back"

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 f**k are you doing?"

Maybe if you shut the f**k up, we'd be cruising

And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises

But no, you wanna be Miss F**k-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 f**king 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 motherf**king hunting knife

Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped

Back to the f**king crib for some tea and crumpets, shit

All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches screaming "Odd Future is back"