Artist: Earl Sweatshirt f/ Vince Staples Album: Earl Song: epaR Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro/Chorus 2X: 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" [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 muh'fuckin general Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggaz go Girl, you ain't even gotta ask cause you fin' to know Why this Playboy so sticky in this centerfold Sticky what my niggaz 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 niggaz what they sprintin fo' [Chorus] [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 4th Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on screwin it Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet and she's kickin and screamin, beggin for me to fuckin stop it Look - you know it's not rape if you like it bitch So sit down like a pretty hoe 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 Gilette 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 fuckin look! You are Fantasia and the body bag's a fuckin book [Chorus] [Earl Sweatshirt] 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'd 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 sliding 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 them both not to do shit stupid Red white, blue lights in the rearview 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 driving?" Look Officer, I'm just tryin to get home "Get out the fuckin car with your license and registration" I ain't getting outta shit and you startin to try my patience Didn't have backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike 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 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"