Lyrics

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt] 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 screamin' "Odd Future is back" 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 (Yeah, Earl Sweat, uh) And the bitches keep screamin' "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, bumpin' "Bedrock" Sub in the trunk, thumpin' up against the dead cops And pop it like I tossed a match in the engine And go harder than a fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 the 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 walkin' out, ask them niggas what they sprinting fo' [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt] 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 screamin' "Odd Future is back" 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 screamin' "Odd Future is back" [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Black Ted Bundy, sick as John Gacy Chillin' with a possible victim, she was eighteen 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 screwin' it Slipped a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet She's kickin' and screamin', beggin' for me to fucking stop it (Ahhhhh!) 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 around 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 fuckin' look You are Fantasia and the body bag's a fucking book [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt] 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 screamin' "Odd Future is back" 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 screamin' "Odd Future is back" [Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples & Hodgy Beats] 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 doin'?" "Well, maybe if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruisin' And you wouldn't be sittin', boohooin' 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Miss Fuck-With-The-Music" I'm zonin' on Relapse, she's slidin' on Blueprint Three seconds it takes for her to turn blue With my hands around her throat, her arms stopped movin' Pulse stops too, in the back, look confused As I turn to tell 'em both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, shit Swerved to the shoulder, tell 'em both "No movin' 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 drivin'?" "Look, officer, I'm just tryna get home" "Get out the fuckin' car with your license and registration" "I ain't gettin' outta shit, and you're startin' to try my patience" Didn't have backup, I could tell by the Hummin' bike Reached to the glove', grabbed the motherfuckin' huntin' knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped Back to the fuckin' crib for some tea and crumpets, shit [Outro: Earl Sweatshirt] 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 screamin' "Odd Future is back"