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