ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL – Hcapd

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Many men has met his fate, murder I premeditate
The world is low, the devil waits so I stay high as heaven gates
See I’m on it everyday, minutes never go to waste
If ain’t no profit on the way then we cannot negotiate
Scripture texts for holy sakes, who’s tellin’ what the Lord will say
Until that day, I’ll be tunnel vision on the paper chase
Odd Future, fuck your feelings, check the score we fuckin’ winnin’
Check the list we in the building, stupid swag, Paris Hilton
More potential, you’s a liar, step up we will crucify ya
Head first, yea it’s going down like a scuba diver
Need the fire, I’ll supply ya, put the hire on the block
Swag on deck, if you need it I be overstocked

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I’m a brother man with a swagger from the motherlands
It tells my hands and rubs my glands, I’m I’ll as fuck, bitch fuck your mans
Chingy chong, I’m in Japan, Chinch and Chong wrapped in seran
Keep the bong hash in my canister, I’m headed where it’s handed first
Domo rollin’ up, Left Brain already smokin’
You smell that loud ounce? Mary Jane has already spoken
My shades on, bitch I’m lokin’, no need for aggravations
Cause a fake nigga in his death bed will be fuckin’ collaboratin’
Kush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for strollers
Made it stoned because I’m workin’ over, too many posers tryin’ to rob my bowl
I’m pretty sure Tyler will represent it, I fell asleep before you bitch niggas present it
I’m fuckin’ authentic, remember it, you motherfuckers pretending

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Me and Leggo just skate at the mall
Next thing you know wildin’ out at Watch the Throne
I had a dead phone so I gave that little nigga my cam
He snapped that shit, the motherfuckers went HAM
Like Miss Piggy cunt around Kermit
I’m like how many fucks can I get a day?
Fuck respect, I’d rather hang myself on the wall with a noose on neck
Before I change to fit in your block, so I’ll make sure I cannot fit in a house
And I hate genres, fuck hip hop with their searching cop high top flip flops
In the middle of the winter, y’all like fuck them kids, like a weird babysitter might say
No diggity, I’m still tryin’ to find it but I lost it somewhere in Austin
In a creek with Dawson and this vegan bitch tryin’ to eat my sausage
That sounds awesome
Fuck these parties, I’m real awkward
I stand there, I don’t know what to do man
I’d rather be at home with my crew and my new rooms, staring at my brand new MoonMan
Listening to MF Doom and Wooh Da Kid and Bricksquad 1017
Shout out to Waka, rest in peace Slim
Golf Wang motherfuckin’ triple six we is 3 twins
Free my little nigga sweatshirt
Gay name stitched into my sweatshirt
Bow down until your motherfuckin’ neck hurt
Respect me. Do we run shit? Nigga, yes indeed
Cheesh and Chong, I need a bong
But I do have friends who got weed that’s strong
I need and hockey, ping pong, a mini ramp
Throwing that tramp on a trampoline
(Have you heard the end of the Window?)
Nigga fuck the team
Hey, I’m just playin’, I love you niggas
I hate these niggas, fuck these niggas
Fuck everybody who doubted me
The only ones I care about’s the ones that surround me
Odd Future!

[Outro: Tyler the Creator]
Fuck all you industry niggas man
Y’all see me at parties, start comin’ up sayin’
“We must collab” I don’t fuck with none of you niggas
All y’all can suck my motherfuckin’ dick
Fuck all you labels
Fuck every fuckin’ DJ I hope y’all don’t play none of my shit
Suck my motherfuckin’ dick
And don’t come up to me at the next event
I don’t want your fuckin’ number, your business card
Fuck your company, I’m not performin’ at none of your shit
Don’t ask for my fuckin’ manager’s email
I don’t fuck with none of you niggas
Golf Wang, Free Earl nigga
Fuck Steve Harvey

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL – Forest Green

[Verse 1:]
Follow the leader, bad senoritas in two seater’s
She loves green, that’s money, Mary Jane and Margaritas
The way it seems, the streets be looking at me like a teacher
They hounding me, like desperate rappers waiting for a feature
I ain’t saying I don’t need you, I’m saying let’s keep the pace
Should be back at your place, just being patient with your feet up
They say he’s so chill, how does he show no stress?
He can’t see into the future, how does he know what’s next?
Seeing all of these steps that he’s taking
You’re mistaken if they say we ain’t so complex
I’m tryna be in a blue coupe, you can’t pronounce the name
With a bad yellow bitch and she’s singing Purple Rain, so insane

[Hook:]
And people talking down on me, I don’t really think they should
They said they could do it better, I don’t really think they could
I ain’t one for niggas wishes, but I wish a nigga would
This ain’t as easy as it looks, I just make it look good

[Verse 2:]
If it’s politics, we’re the presidents so presence serves a purpose
It’s obvious that we’re evidence, you’re paying for a service
And I feel, you always think you’re less than what you can be
What does it mean if I think I’m the one these niggas can’t see?
Gang mentality, Odd Future is a family
My niggas thrash, I was always Anti, Plan-B
Did I lose you? I know I’m much more than you’re used to
Now I got these girls stepping out from their usual
So they tune in, T.I., see I, realize I’m a stand up guy
And these niggas realize they can’t stand to see me on TV
So they lose their footing like they were gluttons with diabetes
But fuck the bullshit, I’m just tryna get rich
With my middle fingers up screaming swag me out bitch
Black kid on the corner selling drugs, go figure
Salute them with 21 guns, I’m killing these niggas

Uhh, bitch
Oh, and Free Earl mothafucka

[Hook:]
And people talking down on me, I don’t really think they should
They said they could do it better, I don’t really think they could
I ain’t one for niggas wishes, but I wish a nigga would
This ain’t as easy as it looks, I just make it look good

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL – Rella

[Hodgy Beats]
I fucked this flow

This is my electronic press kit
Uh huh it’s some fresh shit
Nigga recollect bitch
Grow grey hairs, don’t stress it
I text message, messages to fuck in estrogen
She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans
Cause I never am purchasing
Reimbursing your currency
Put your body on the courtesy
To work the street, I hearse the streets
Heard she sweet, she hershey’s sweet
But me I’m extravagant
Hop on the bandwagon kid
I’m about to tell you some tragic shit
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw
Bitch’s shit in my draws like you piss in my draws, nigga my dick’s in her jaw
I’m Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don’t dabble with the apple
Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple
Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
Nigga, Genghis Khan mention, me and Marilyn Manson
Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons
African drugs for when the champ come

[Domo Genesis]
Suicide watch nigga
Kill yourself
Opposition who?
Nigga reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
Splinter cell creepin’ in this bitch, you couldn’t feel the stealth
Wolves are prowling, hunger at its fucking best
I’m a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please let me flex, I’m going off I need some fuckin’ bread
Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin’ head
Excuse our swag, I’m tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig
Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead
Oh shit yo bitch, look at how I’m doing you
Bitches on my dick but look at me I’m fucking beautiful
Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews is why this so cool?
You niggas are so unusual
Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops

[Hodgy Beats]
The fortress is fortified (bitch)
Money in my pockets like I’m forty-five
Hodgy Beats recording live
Bitch I be surely high
And I don’t need wings to fly
I’m the air with the pigs
Left Brain, Domo Genesis

[Tyler, the Creator]
Knock, knock
Who’s there?
It’s me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick
I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife
Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga you’re a liar)
Nigga don’t believe me, kiss your lady
And where you gonna get them heebie jeebies?
Nigga my dick stay way disease-y
I make it look easy
Fifty-one fifty, I’m off the heezy

(You ain’t got no fuckin’ Yeezy? 5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain’t got no fuckin’ Yeezy? I betchu got some J-Kwon. You ain’t got no fuckin Yeezy?)

Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I’m fuckin’ Looney
See these girls talkin’ all that shit (what?)
I’m just tryna see some tits (what?)
Let’s get it poppin’ like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
Out this bitch like hokus pokus
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with bitches, gave ‘em cum on their dimples
Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo
Now my dick’s longer than a 5 door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo
On PCP and cilantro, when I’m with your bitch I’m like
Where my dick go?
Now she think I’m bout to eat her hole
Encho and lada, I got a lot of that Preme and I’m paying nada
It seems that I’m product placement but not I’m just fuckin’ awesome
Yo mama look like a ugly, loser

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL feat. Tyler, The Creator – Dracula

A… C… E
O… F, uh

[Tyler, the Creator]
Wild, I’m not tamed – just because my visions are, strange
I am normal not deranged, I am not a fuckin lame
Your pee drippin wet, I need all my nutrients
On the phone, if I take you home, how much can I get?
Yeah I like you but, you act like you don’t like us
We could start a whole new religion girl, in Odd we trust
You play hard to got, got me hard like cement
Here’s my car I love please do not dip, please just

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
(Can you just) go [3X]
(But please don’t) wait

[Tyler, the Creator]
I’m a fuckin monster, my Tonka is trucker
In my locker got books, I’m a nasty motherfucker
Truth or dare in the cemetery, right past the elementary
My faith could last for the whole century
You could bite my neck (or) I could bite your neck
(or) you could bite her and excite her you will not regret
My castle got dungeons, my dungeons got dungeons
Open up them legs, let me see what’s for lunch and

[Chorus]

[Outro]
C’mon bitch!
And the sky is dark
The bats invade the park
The water swims the shark
But don’t just wait, wait
Cum in her cum in her cum in her cum in her cum in… wait!
And the sky is dark
The bats invade the park
The water swims the shark
But don’t just wait, go
And the sky is dark
The bats invade the park
The water swims the shark
But don’t wait just go
Just (go) just (go) just (go)
Just (go) just (go) just (go) aight
You cool Wade

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL – Doms

I’m a motherfucking asshole
It’s natural to act bashful in the presence of niggas with cash flow
I spaz ho, laying somehwhere close to where the grass grows
Listening to jazz cause these niggas mad trash, yo
And that, kicking dust, my shit is ridiculous
Quickly put my dick in sluts who nose tend to be sticking up
Silly niggas, give it up, no person is sick enough
The doctor needs to fix me up, fix me up
Miss nurse in the red shirt, I’mma need some fucking head work
Talk you into anything, with talking, I’m an expert
Just talking to you niggas and it’s sounding like my best work
Best work? For now, yes With every drop I’m better
Better than the rest, these niggas apply pressure
These niggas, every verse is lyrically def to these niggas
When that hearse drop, 6 feet death for you niggas
Many men opposing me, no success for you niggas
And I’m still on my bullshit, loc’ing with a full clip
That’s the iPhone full of verses that I could spit
Preaching to the real, why he standing at the pulpit
Throwing middle fingers at the haters like, “what’s good, bitch?”
Nah, really, what’s trilly hood, bitch?
Hair [?], nigga extra mayo
That’s the Friggedaire billionaire Bruce Wayne flow
Show the fuck out, dunk on a nigga and just hang yo
I’mma boss, nigga, fuck what it cost, nigga
You wanna oppose me? Chalk up a loss, nigga
Get lost, nigga, out my vicinity
Cause I terminate your kind, lames is the enemy
And these haters won’t get my energy
T the C, we did it, G
And I’m higher than an Asian score on SATs
And yeah whatever

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL feat. Casey Veggies & Tyler, The Creator – Commercial

[Tyler, the Creator]
My life? Screw it
with a drunk bitch like what the fuck are we doin?
We’re kissin, I’m wheezin, it’s time to play Tetris
I play piano, jack off, I’m anorexic
I’m fuckin asthmatic, my records problematic
Talkin to myself because my therapist done had it
All the racial slurs from the wipsters playin from Lenny Kravitz
Love locked down like I am some sort of faggot
but I’m not in the first place
Waiting on my dad to say hi on my birthday
Cause Jesus wouldn’t even be my friend on Church Day
I plan on gettin back [edited out] the worst way (bitch!)
In the jungle, I planned on the keeper
Inside of the cage cause I’m a motherfuckin zebra
Obama’s in office, niggaz get job like teachers
Lookin at retarded kids screamin out “Fuck slob Jesus”

[Chorus: Casey Veggies]
And I can write a hook fast, I can get straight to the cash
Y’all niggaz come last, I’m first though
(Ay!)… No rehearsal, I know it all like Urkel
You can call it commercial
So turn it up, turn it up (watch it) [3X]
Odd Future won’t stop it

[Tyler, the Creator]
I make music for a reason
Didn’t vote Obama so you can charge me with treason
Year round asshole, the fuck you season
The flu, I’m sick, that’s why everybody sneezin (ACHOO!)
I’m always cheesin, smile for a reason
Fuck as I fuck you, I’m always teasin
My daughter need milk and a quilt
so I’m sellin the the haze for six bucks, cause she always sneezin
Some people need drugs, some people need dubs
on they car note to go to the club
But really, really, really
All I need deep down… is a hug

[Chorus]

[Tyler, the Creator]
Look! I’m back like niggaz on a bus
with a Rosa Parks state of mind, I don’t give a fuck
And I’m strollin down South like Good Luck Chuck
in a Malcolm X shirt chillin with the Ku Klux
(Clan), I (Ain’t Nuttin’ Ta Fuck Wit)
O.F. clan they ain’t nothin to fuck with
The O.F. clan they ain’t nothin to fuck with
This (Black Snake Moan) is somethin to suck bitch
(Bitch, drop it)
(O.F.M., bang on your FM)
(Tyler, the Creator; uhh)
(Yeah)

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL – Bubble Gum

[Verse 1: Hodgy]
Save all your letters and drop your tomatoes
Hodgy Beats, where he? Looking for a large payroll
Not dimes, nickels, pennies, pesos
I’m tryna stack chips nigga, peelin’ my potatoes
If I’m not the biggest boss that you’ve see thus far
Take a look at the exquisite luxury cars
Big ponts being stuck into a Cuban cigar
Promethazine on the leaf only to get bizarre
We don’t go to the club nigga, we post at the bar
Have conversation with girls that don’t know who we are
With diamonds in our ears, looking like cube stars
I live a Matrix life and we cruise hard

[Hook: Casey]
And I swear I’m a fiend, dope fiend, I’m an addict
Crack music going hard, Odd Future got a bag it
Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum
Eh, all the little females like yummy yum

[Verse 2: Tyler]
Now ugly girls get out, the light skinned girls about
Without a doubt you niggas don’t amount to shit, no need to count
Now bring the ruler out like Rick the Ruler paid in full
I’m cooler than your cooler, got these hoes, now where’s my garden tool
Fuck ‘em all, all them fuck with the Future
I back with Thrash Hard backyard beach cruiser, look
You niggas can’t contain the thoughts that’s flowin’ in my brain
It synthesizes skits oh neutron from steering paper plane
And the white girls love me and the haters shove me
And push me until I beat the pussy up like it was ugly
And that’s without the loot, niggas take the time to tune
The diamond dolla’s, bitch I’m complex like Einstein’s Rubix Cube
Look, I’m the truth, now stop daring me
Niggas kill yourself and decide to go back to therapy
And my right is right, my right is left, my left is wrong
Now bitches throw your fucking bras off while I’ll be writin’ my songs

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Hodgy]
Gimme a couple commas while I abreviate
The war between the pen and paper I aleviate
Alexander is Hodgy, cause I can be the Great
As long as I have a hundred mill’ in the cheese steak
In a big breifcase like I won a sweepstakes
Odd Future got money out the ass for G’s sakes
I feel like I can fly without wings on my back
This is crack with me, but this crack ain’t whack
I got niggas hooked, yeah, the stadium packed
And I flip that like a gymnasium mat
His grind time, and I’m making it stretch
Why get less for more when you can get more for less
Pure for less, down, five three 18 thousand impression
If you comprehend what I recommend press send
If you comprehend what I recommend, Odd Future

[Hook]

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL – Blade

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, killing shit
I’m half privileged, think white and have nigger lips
A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
Shit, I’ll pass the class when my dad starts giving shits
But as long as our relationship is turdless
I’mma keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dick
Who that? Oh, that new coon John Cusack
A Mecca button-up, shoutin’ bring Fubu back
Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zack
Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who’s back?
With no hint, we’re egging with no tint
Plus there’s a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uh
The Night Striker, I’m riding her, up-tying her
There’s nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her
A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in her
She started biting cause I’m giving cock like it’s advice to her
Take that, I’m on top like wave caps
This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, nigga

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL – Bitches

[Domo Genesis:]
Bitch
It’s the five-nine taper phase; Sideline Laker game
High time save a page; They already know the name
Doms in this bitch I mean it’s real shit taking place
Money still the motive and I’m clocking it like Flava Flav

[Hodgy Beats:]
Let me take my scarf off five-four-three-two-one bitch
Hodgy bout to barf logs, I be spitting fire campin makin s’mores
My flow be tramping like you whores I’m suicidal fuck the door
I’m and if but and or

[Domo:]
Bitch what the fuck is you talking bout if you ain’t getting no money huh
Broke niggas is talking loud I swear you niggas is funny bruh
We what the fuck is up 2012 clutch as fuck
Fast lifestyle slow me down double cup

[Hodgy:]
Old school visans rhyme ambidextrous
I switch hands five o clock when your bitch lands by six
She will be quicksand better than the next nigga: this man
Pockets swell up like a sick gland killing your whole ambition
Bitch

[Domo:]
My hat says high cause that’s exactly how I feel bitch
All I need is green grass and gold on my real bitch
Watch me get it nigga I’m a sell it real quick
Hodgy drew the master plan and Domo hit the kill switch

[Hodgy:]
I’m young fellow guy peddle by reppin MellowHigh
Girlfriend never settles why? To busy in the meadows high
Out to Dena I’m fresh like I’m out the cleaners
Hardwood like an angry beaver I’m nuts like my fucking t-shirt
Get it?

[Domo:]
A phantom you never hand a random rapper eating cannibal
She can’t refuse so I let her drink it like it’s Danimals
Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera crews
I let her snooze and dream cause none of them wishes tangible

[Hodgy:]
I’m balling like Benjamin it’s all about the Benjamins
That’s why people acknowledge me and I ain’t even friends with them
Call a ho then stall a ho I’m also dope across the rope
Catch my fate I bang grenades and beat your face ’til it’s off your throat

[Domo:]
Please shut the fuck up let me put this shit to sleep
The shit he speak got him all antsy like his Christmas week
Silly me, riding with several bitches with slim physiques
And I’m tryna see lights cameras action like Mr. Cheeks

[Hodgy:]
Army fatigue bake boxes for the league
No ghetto barrettes and weaves down to the sleeve for the fees
If packaged she’ll be petite know how to roll up my weed
Her doing’s doing the deed and she don’t really need shit

[Domo:]
They asking Domo “where you been? ” They feel they got ditched
Just look for the influence I be under that bitch and
It’s a headlock when it come to that grip
You ain’t never met a motherfucker done in that sick

[Hodgy:]
I’m the best thing yet the I’m the best thing next
I bet I’ll mess with presets and jet around all these vets
That don’t know how to let go; this game is filled with a bunch of grey hair dead souls
Promise 90 retro, ho

[Domo:]
Hey y’all get out of he way cause I’m going AWOL
Bitch lay off the gas that they giving your head tank dog
Thinking that you better than me will get you taked off
You either gotta win or go home, bitch it’s the playoffs

[Hodgy:]
More luxurious that a throwback with no low Jack no driver but it got doormats
Zero to sixty in like 4 flat; you know any nigga that own that
I ain’t stuntin’ I’m a youngin’ me and my niggas we be thuggin’
At our shows that we be bugging groupie loving and we buzzing

[Domo:]
So meet me in the trap; it’s going down
MellowHigh leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown

[Hodgy:]
Cops arrest me for a DUI prohibition
We don’t need you motherfuckers to stop and listen
Golf Wang Bitch

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL – Back For Another One

The moment you’ve all been waiting for

Uh, say hello to the great one
Mixtapes for free homie, here take one
It might come in handy, a record deal was the best thing
Y’all can hand me, my squad, the new Grammy family
Uh, but they ain’t feelin’ it, oh well, more bars, I’m spillin’ it
Every time I touch a mic they be like yo, your touch is tight
Y’all’s focus [?] slow shots, bash so hard and slow
Just like a robot, you not hot man
I’m sorry for the truth, Customized Greatly, killin’ shit
Casey feels sorry in the booth, uh
Flow’s so sweet they put fillings in my tooth, yeah
Fillings in my teeth, Ace the Creator on the beat
Casey Veggies on the vocals got you niggas in a chokehold, uh oh
Yeah, yeah, he’s at it again, spread the word tell your moms and your friend
Yeah, because I’m

Back for another one (Goddamn)
Back for another one (Yeah, because I’m)

The difference between me and them rappers
Is I wear clothes fresh out the wrapper
Undivided attention, the show’s on
And no cancelled shit, it must go on
Nigga, volume, too, uh, turn up the volume, too
I’m crazy lyrically, come get at me seriously
Niggas know I kill ‘em mentally and spiritually
I hope you’re hearin’ me, uh
First mixtape was hot, I hope you fear me
Believe that, y’all niggas didn’t believe that he rap
And now y’all bob your heads to the things that he rap
Uh, y’all niggas didn’t believe that he rap and
Now y’all bob your heads to the things that he rap
This nigga hated and she clap, no handshakes leave daps

Back for another one (Goddamn)
Back for another one (Yeah, because I’m)

Damn, back for another one with robots
I’m so hot, you’re cold, now here’s a fucking sweater
Look, I can’t have no other fun
With my pops probably cause he out with his other son
But, I’m super steezy like my last beat
My bitch super greezy like her lunch be granola bars
I spill healthy verses, call ‘em granola bars
Now every bitch wanna eat her Casey Veggies with no salt
Now it’s so crazy, other people than my moms is callin’ me baby
My nigga get ya hopes down, you couldn’t persuade me
To collaborate with you niggas, ya lyrics is lazy
I’m undefeated, but the suede shoes is Puma
I’m the cancer and the tumor with the drums and the tubas blastin’
I’m a crook and it’s a castle
If I am the shit, then I’m guessin’ my mom’s a asshole

Back for another one (Goddamn)
Back for another one (Yeah, because I’m)

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL – Analog 2

[Verse 1:]
Bitches think I’m crazy but I’m normal
I just come off as a psycho maniac when I’m performing
That’s an act so I won’t bore you to death
Cause I adore you… and it’s the summer so

[Hook:]
Can you meet me by the lake
At the park, or in your room?

[Verse 2:]
You can bring your bitches, I’m a bring my niggas
You can practice liking I, I’m a practice that guitar, baby
It’s summer camp Golf Wang where the talking trees are
You and girls can roll if you

[Hook]

[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
If you meet me by the pier, bring the beer, we can menage
Ooh, your girl friend Nicki gots the back I like to massage
I’ll be in the city with them actresses
The Nissan is down there in the bottom of the lake
I’ll make sure you have a good time, a good time
I’ll make sure it’s a good time, a good time for you

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Love sick, where’s the clinic aid we’re young
Fun is what we’re having, fuck it, pour a glass of lemonade
It’s snowcone and poptarts I got and I got you
Let me take a dip and you can take a break
That’s only if you meet me by the lake

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Could you meet me by the lake (around ten)

[Silence]

[Intro: Syd tha Kyd]
Meet me at the lake round ten (Come through)
Meet me at the lake round ten (It’s cool, wanna kick it)

[Hook:]
Meet me by the lake at ten
If I’m not there just call
And if you need a way there
I’ll ride you on my handle bars

[Bridge: Syd tha Kyd]
Kissing under moonlight
I can bring you to my tree house
We’ll be fucking on the rooftop
If you’re not down, we can just make out

[Hook]

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL – 50

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I’m a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic
The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense
Straining my bowels, fucking hungry hippopotamus
You niggas are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness
Is what I was raised around as a child
I’d rather chuck up my middle finger than give a bitch a smile
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where’s that mothafuckin’ stapler?

[Interlude:]
Uh, you hear that shit?
Ay, run that shit back
Yeah, that shit hot, nigga

[Verse 2:]
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where’s that mothafuckin’ stapler?
Good grades on the wall, niggas hate to see me do it major
I’m just a leader of my team and I ain’t afraid of traitors
Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews
We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze
We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused
Bitches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews

[Hook:]
Sock a buster in his jaw
Fuck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain’t got heart you ain’t got shit at all

[Bridge:]
Where your homies at? They’ll get fucked up too
Where your grandma at? She’ll get fucked up too
Where your bitch at? She’ll get fucked up too
Where the roof at? We’ll stomp that bitch through

Here we go negero, I’ll sing figueroa, figueroa
Chucking up [?] burning bodies in a [?]

[Verse 3:]
Aww, mothafucka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on
Clancy said I’m late for my flight, well he better hold on
Can’t wait ’til I fuckin’ buy me a jet, there gon’ be some hoes on it
Just blow O’s on it, count dough on it
Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don’t it?
Shit, I’ll take a life for my moment’s moment
Contract your own sale, fuck a deal, you’re in a option
Turn the bass up, get mothafuckas to go shit
Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove
If niggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one
You call this brand new, to me it’s Santa Cruz
Don’t find HB the man to lose, you ain’t a bruise
Catch me on MTV or your local channel news
In London recording to Fuse, I’m the man that confused
I’m fucking crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy
But I ain’t saying it to your mothafuckin’ brain, skull

[Hook]

ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL feat. Tyler, the Creator – Fin

[Tyler, the Creator]
Man, I feel like, I’ll win a Grammy, y’know?
I had a, a dream, y’knahmean?
Right now I’m livin the first scene, y’know?
This gon’ be a long thank you, umm
Thank you to, Left Brain, Hodgy Beats
Casey Veggies, Super 3, Matt Martian
Mom, I love you, I made it!
The whole family, shit umm
Devon, Shaun, R.C., Juan
Chris, Robert, Randy, Aaron
Jasmine, Jackson, Taj, Grand
Christina, Milan, Geo, Yan
Ice, Skyler, Daniel, Mookie
Mars, Urbie, Josh, Jason
Domo, Katano, Brandon D’Shay
Uhhh…
Big ups to Soul Banana Crew
My whole Grind Time Family
Kicks Material, Ill Boss, Switch
Erykah Veggies, Casey Creation
You know all the blogs that held me down
Big ups to all my niggaz at the DIRTY~! man
Dirty! Big ups to HypeBeast, all my niggaz on Hype Crew
Got mad love for Hype Track
Thomas Warlowe what’s good?
Eric Costin, K.B, old T.K. I mean the crazy one
Lizard King, I I remember when I first saw Brandon Beeble
Umm, y’know shoutout to Harold Hunter
That nigga, he he informs me so much
Darrell Stanton, yeah right Fully Flare, Baker 3
Mystery, take that, Atmosphere, Ride the Sky, Bakai
Umm Supreme – whattup to my Diamond Fam?
French Josh Rick I see you, BBC Ice Cream
Ralph Lauren Peg Leg S, everybody at Media Arts
The best magazine in the world other than Odd Future
Mass Appeal, XXL, Thrasher
What’s up to WingStop? The 212 bus
“In Search Of” “Fly or Die” “Chronic 2001″
“The Love Below” “Wonderland” “Voodoo” “Play As You Like”
“Blueprint 2″ “Lord Willing” “Marshall Mathers LP”
“Badu-ism” “Devil’s Night” “Love Deluxe” “Diamond Life”
“Chemical Chords” “Irving Hang Sue” “Chrome Children”
“Customized Greatly” “Welcome” “Love Angel”
“Funk Oddyssey” “Flood” “You Think You Really Know Me”
“Get Rich or Die Trying” “God’s Son” “Gorillaz”
“Kid A” “The Hollywood Recordings” “In My Mind” “Justified”
“Just Listen” “Shades of Blue” “Momma’s Gun” “Midnight Marauders”
Uhh “Clones” “Off the Wall” “Rhythm ‘n Gangster” “Volume 1″
“Producer Danay” “Who’s Jill Scott?” “Evolution Of” “Special Herbs”
“Tropea Blue” “Under the Cherry Moon” “We Got it 4 Cheap”
“Back to Black” “Word of Mouth” “The Documentary”
It’s just so many to name man, umm
Adult Swim, uhh Fresh Prince, Magic School Bus, Reading Rainbow
90′s Nick, Dave Chappelle, Chris Rock, Eddie Murphy, Will Smith
Terry Richardson, Square Pixel, Teena Tyrell
Krank, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalkin, M’butu, Nixon, Reagan
Clinton, Obama, Mark Ryten, Rick Rotney, Tetris – what Sonic!
Grand Theft Auto, Mario, Salvador Dali
All the porn in the world
Belly, E.T., Dr. Seuss
And last but not least, you…