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