​epaR lyrics

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]
All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches keep screamin' "Odd Future is back"
All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches keep screamin' "Odd Future is back"

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Wolf with a T-Rex c*ck, less talk
While I invest stock in wet rock
Smoke with all the big b*tches, 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 f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' general
Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab b*tch ass n*ggas go
Girl, you ain't even gotta ask 'cause you finna know
Why this Playboy so sticky in the centerfold
Sticky what my n*ggas blow, icky Earl finish foes
Hit 'em low, riddle them with Chronicles of Riddi*k bows
Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow
So I'm walkin' out, ask them n*ggas what they sprinting fo'
[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]
All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches keep screamin' "Odd Future is back"
All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches 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 b*tch's juice and gin
Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet
She's kickin' and screamin', beggin' for me to f*cking stop it (Ahhhhh!)
Look, you know it's not rape if you like it, b*tch
So, sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the sh*t
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 f*ckin' look
You are Fantasia and the body bag's a f*cking book
[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]
All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches keep screamin' "Odd Future is back"
All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches 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 f*ck are you doin'?"
"Well, maybe if you shut the f*ck up, we'd be cruisin'
And you wouldn't be sittin', boohooin' 'bout your bruises
But no, you wanna be Miss f*ck-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 sh*t stupid
Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, sh*t
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 f*ckin' car with your license and registration"
"I ain't gettin' outta sh*t, 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 motherf*ckin' huntin' knife
Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped
Back to the f*ckin' crib for some tea and crumpets, sh*t
[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt]
All the bad b*tches 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 b*tches screamin' "Odd Future is back"