: [feat. Tyler the Creator] [Verse 1:] Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses Odd Future leaving even niggas in past tense Style is patent
: Welcome back to class, bitch grab on to your glasses oddfuture leavin even niggas in past tense style is patent, the measures is drastic either that
' off to bufferin' vids of Asher Roth eatin' apple sauce Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws And knock blunt ashes into their caskets
while they creepin, (Uh) Duck cause you ass out, Drink 'til you pass out, Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house, Niggaz is under me, They
tryin to keep from gettin blasted I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket Now they after me, prowling for
shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember
meal beast We'll creep one deep, slump seat, dump heat Niggaz scream "Fuck me" he lucky, when I blast it I left respect enough for an open casket Way
ain't tryin to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open
shit And by the way them playboy rings My mother stole from you Well I finally got em back shit It must have been at least 16 years ago Well I put em in your casket
fresh up out the box Up out the plastic, situations drastic Don't fuck around and get stretched like elastic Once the glock Austria seventeen blasted I put the bastard in his casket
in Long Island, they got hens out there I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris' My pen's is Illmatic, plush
he got his stones from Greece In mouth he had like thirty plus karats Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic Told niggaz if he dies he want a glass casket
nigga I know like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" {"one"} Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion Past tense place to gold caskets
Triple Six clique Hoes that pop lip Can eat a dick Or get your neck slit I'm having these memory lapses Of bodies off in the caskets With no heads
make you disappear So that goes for your fist in the air Angela Davis or Jesse Jackson Affirmative Action, you burn or the casket Let your moms know
be pouring a glass for you So rapidly homies become causualties We was just playing Madden Now a nigga sad for his family, that's how it happens Dudes get blasted, another casket
the crib to break they ass off In the loft mixin' hash and 'dro Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy
touch your crew Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do [Nas] Different ways to come out the hood - in cuffs or a casket or crazy, or shootin three