Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples - epaR lyrics

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"
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"

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 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 walking out
Ask them niggas what they sprinting fo'

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"
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"

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 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 it 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

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"
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"

Yo, Vince, let me tell you 'bout these
Hoes I met last night
They thought I was cute till 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?"
Well 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 'em both
Not to do shit stupid
Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view
Shit swerved to the shoulder
Tell 'em 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
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"