Epar

[Hook]

All the bad bitches 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 bitches keep screaming "Odd Future is back"

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]

Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less talk

While I invest stock in wet rock

Smoke with all the big bitches 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 fucking 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 motherfucking general

Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go

Girl, you ain't even gotta ask cause you finna know

Why this Playboy so sticky in this centerfold

Sticky where 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'

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]

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 bitch's juice and gin

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

She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it

Look, you know it's not rape if you like it, bitch

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 her where we hide the marijuana and the condoms

"Hey, what's that?" Don't touch it or even fucking look

You are Fantasia and the body bag's a fucking book

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

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 fuck are you doing?"

Maybe if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising

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

But no, you wanna be Miss Fuck-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 fucking 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 motherfucking hunting knife

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

Back to the fucking crib for some tea and crumpets, shit

[Outro]

All the bad bitches 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 bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"