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Earl Sweatshirt
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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 These bitches keep screaming 'Odd Future is back!' x2
Wolf with a t-rex cock Less talk while I invest stock in wet rock Smoke with all the big bitches bumpin' bed rock Sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops And poppin 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 mother fuckin general Catch you where slap, slap, stab bitches niggers go Girl you ain't even gotta ask cause you're feelin know Why this playboy so sticky in the centerfold Sticky where my niggas blow Icky earl finish first 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 spittin' for
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Black ted bundy, sick as john gacy Chillin' with a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhikin 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 planned on screwing it Slipped a couple roofalin inside the bitches juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet And she's kicking and screaming, 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 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 gven with a dull gillette Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Mop the blood up with 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're Fantasia and the body bag's a fuckin book
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Yo Vince, let me tell you bout these ho's 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 doin?!' Well maybe if you'd shut the fuck up we be cruising And you wouldn't be sittin boo-hoo'in bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Miss 'Fuck with the music' I'm zoning on relapse, she's slidin on blueprint 3 seconds it takes for her to turn blue with my hands around her throat Her arms stop movin' Pulse stops, too in the back, look confused I turn to tell 'em both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue lights in the rear view, shit Swerve to the shoulder tell em both no movin sit Down in the back cause the windows tinted As I roll down mine to forge a new friendship 'Aren't you a little too young to be driving?' Look, officer. I'm just trying to get home 'Get out the fuckin car with your license and registration' I ain't getting out of shit, you startin to try my patience Didn't have back up I could tell by the hummin bike Reach to the glove, grab the mother fuckin hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip Threw him in the truck 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 The two live bitches screaming 'Odd Future is back!'
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