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Earl Sweatshirt lyrics : "epaR ft. Vince Staples"

[Hook]
All the bad (*##$es 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 (*##$es keep screaming "Odd Future is back"


[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Wolf with a T-Rex @@#!, less talk
While I invest stock in wet rock

Smoke with all the big (*##$es 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 $#&@ing crack intervention
Clown of the class and the last to attend it
Big Earl make you !@$)s stand at attention

Odd Future, I'm your mother$#&@ing general
Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s go
Girl, you ain't even gotta ask cause you finna know

Why this Playboy so sticky in this centerfold
Sticky what my ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s what they sprinting fo'


[Hook]

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]

Black Ted Bundy sick as John Gacy
Chilling with a possible victim, she was 18
A hitchhiker hippie !@^%, met her at the liquor store

She frequented to help support the habit picked up in the fourth
Grade A piece of $$#, so I plan on screwing it
Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the (*##$'s juice and gin

Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet
She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to $#&@ing stop it
Look, you know it's not rape if you like it, (*##$

So sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the %#@!
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 her where we hide the !@!@&& and the condoms
"Hey, what's that?" Don't touch it or even $#&@ing look

You are Fantasia and the body bag's a $#&@ing book

[Hook]


[Verse 3]
Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these hoes I met last night

They thought I was cute 'til I asked what that $$# like
Damn right, red light, ran right through it
"You don't even have your permit, what the $#&@ are you doing?"

Maybe if you shut the $#&@ up, we'd be cruising
And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises
But no, you wanna be Miss $#&@-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 them both not to do %#@! stupid
Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, %#@!

Swerved to the shoulder, tell them 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 $#&@ing car with your license and registration"

I ain't getting outta %#@!, you're starting to try my patience
Didn't have backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike
Reached to the glove, grabbed the mother$#&@ing hunting knife

Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped
Back to the $#&@ing crib for some tea and crumpets, %#@!


[Outro]
All the bad (*##$es 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 (*##$es screaming "Odd Future is back"

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