[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 n***as go
Girl, you ain't even gotta ask 'cause you finna know
Why this Playboy so sticky in the centerfold
Sticky what my n***as 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 n***as 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 screwinm 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"