text: Odd Future rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks
  Rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks...
  Drools, lames, HypeBeast, Odd Future
  Magazine, Mixtape, Clothing...OH MY GOD!
  Tylers gonna kill me for this!
  Im not looking at you, Im looking past you
  I get cash, niggas call me a cashew
  I leave model women stuck like statues
  They wonder why were down cause Im light skinned with tattoos
  Three wishes with a genie on them
  You hear about me, but you never see me on them
  I dont fuck fans, you tryna put your weenie on them
  While I skateboard and beanie on them
  Kick push them out the way said Im risking to pay
  Hodgy Beats beats bang harder than grenades
  The futures looking odd so you haters better bend back
  Take notes so you dont forget that I said that
  The cool nigga in the red hat
  Odd Future Ill shoot you til you dead flat
  Dont get confused cause Im really speaking clear
  Like Im yelling in your freakin ear, can you freakin hear?
  Cause Im freakin here with three vanilla dutches
  And a freakin beer, you freakin queers
  Better back off me or wake up and
  Smell a bullet in your mouth instead of the coffee