Artist: Odd Future (OFWGKTA) Album: Radical Song: Oblivion Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Tyler, the Creator] White bitches, white girls, white drugs The black girls don't do it but my type does Fuckin in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand until I give her task force nothin but the white meat E.T., I.H., really use double D's On her knees, whitey gargle yellow fuckin bumblebees Future whitey that's my dinner course for intercourse So much fuckin white meat Darth Vader have a dinner course But of course, I'm the white boy that shows no remorse Pull up on her stark with enough white to kill a horse Black Friday, fuck a nigger Friday - um +Wolf Gang+ make a pregnant white bitch wanna 'bort Preem' that we mainly bring white pieces to the fort Odd Future there wolf bang where a couple bears hang All white Box logo with a couple fangs Jets from the black and white clip high make it light grey Oh wow, Obilivion stump I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk What the fuck? Gee Willikers and no, I'm not drunk I coulda sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch Let you sip casually when you tryin to lose calories I'm not a murderer, this occurance that isn't happening Cause sporadically damagin my reputation See I'm a good guy but when I see dead casualties my penis gets erected and my nipples are such aroused And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house And three hours in the showers with the corpse I've ejaculated enough semen to sink a boat what? Umm Riley's body is entirely covered and tied up for my desire now look at the fuckin irony I, killed my manager with an iron all because the bitch finally decided to fire me Back at Travvy's house even though that faggot admires me All because I heard that he was talkin to Danielle So now that I finally made that fag's head handheld He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail (homo) First letter says "motherfucker you're dead" The king of comedy heard everything that you said And Just in Time your head is mine You crossed the fuckin line like you dirty Mexicans Second letter read "Hey son it's me Fuck you, I'm a subject without my permission" Third letter quote "Hey Ace I'm addicted to coke" Wanna ask how I been so? I make songs about shit for attention Put them out randomly hopin that I get some I got problems in my head that I want, no But I don't trust anybody, yeah no one I'm savin up 24 bullets with gun Cause I got demons that I can not let out, umm Hopefully the next album can help me out Cause I'm now, livin this life with foolproof doubts So - I just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed But nobody gives a fuck Fuck it, signed anonymous