Paroles epaR de 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!"
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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

chorus

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
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

Chorus

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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