text: Broke dick, Im looking for a drug lord
  Okay, welcome to my 12 bar 
  The beat, wears it like a kevlar
  As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African
  Coughing til theres pains in my fucking abdomen
  I spit negative just like a halogen
  My breeze more of a fucking masculine
  The rascals win, killing em off with a javelin
  Snakes, Im just rattling, suit tailor never tattling
  You niggas a bunch of squares, Madison
  As far as real niggas, bitch nigga my battles sick
  On top of being talented, bitch Im fucking passionate
  Im a golden curse, call me treacherous, treasure chest
  Better yet, Ill build on to the beat like tetris
  Remember me forgetfulness? I am your correctionist
  I stitched Odd and Future together like a leather vest
  You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, Rosetta checks
  I put together decks and push for beef, if hefferless
  Im headed out to Sydney Australia with Tim Donnelly
  He gets caught up at security, the TSA dont follow me
  Tea parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
  Im fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
  Click your fucking heels, theres no place like home
  Cock back and blast off written on the tombstone, aint that a bitch
  That wasnt a 12 bar 
  I cant count 
  Lets see, whats wrong with me?
  Might be my fucking Tourettes, see?
  I need a vacation cause all this shit got me stressing
  So after the showers with Sandusky
  Me and Sean Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis
  Lionel rolled the blunts up, so meanwhile
  Me and Lucas getting fucked up
  You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up
  Listening to Commons last album to get pumped up
  To finally ask censored when I can get my dick sucked
  You know Casey Anthony, was handling
  Dropping her kids off so she could come out and dance with me
  Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my trampoline
  Learned some new chords while you uncreatives were sampling
  Im Wolf, I spit flow retardedly
  As retarded as the sound of deaf people arguing
  You hold the future of the kid you daughters gargling
  Me, I have the Odd Future mothafuckin sergeanting
   No, Im the fuck now
  My poppa didnt give one, thats why Im like this now
  Im still down to cut throat and if another fan asks
  For a fucking photo while Im snacking on my pizza lunchable
  Im a fucking snap like Berman when he acts right
  Then have a mental breakdown and proceed to use a crack pipe 
  OF will be done for, niggas will be dumb poor
  Dont believe me, ok be right back, Im headed to the gun store
  M-16s and them 6 teens came out of nowhere
  Like your kids wet dream, what you mean old news
  Oh you really need us to fucking show you
  That were harder than findin a fuckin Snicker bar in Whole Foods
  In a black hoodie, nose bruised and a gold tooth
  Hoping the fuckin security guard doesnt hold you in custody
  But luckily had a couple of guns with me
  Like gay step mom, none of you mothafuckas can fuck with me
  Vete a la casa de tu mama
  No mas andan aqui con sus babosadas
  Que Odd Future ni que Odd Future
  Yo no se que es eso, idiotas
  Que chingados es Odd Future
  Golf Wang, Golf Tyler? A mi me vale madre
  Ja.. y mira esa ropa
  Parecen una bola de payasos mugrosos!
  Por favor!