Odd Future - Oblivion lyrics

[Verse 1] White b**hes, white girls, white d** Black girls don't do it but my type does f** it in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand Until I give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat E-T-I-H, W's, double D's on her knees White gargle yellow f**in' bumblebees Use whitey's as my dinner course for intercourse So much f**in' white make Darth Vader have a dimmer force But of course, I'm the white boy that shows no remorse Pull up on a stark with enough white to k** a horse Blacc Friday, f** a n***a Friday, umm Wolf Gang make a white pregnant b**h wan' abort Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang With a white box logo with a couple stains From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray [Verse 2] Oh wow, Obilivion stump I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk What the f**? Gee Willikers and no I'm not drunk I could have sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch Let you sip casually when you tryna lose calories I'm not a murderer, this occurance that is happenin' 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 b**hes 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 From my desire now look at the f**in' irony I k**ed my manager with an iron All because the b**h finally decided to fire me Back at Travvy's house even though that f*ggot admires me All because I heard that he was talkin' to Danielle So now that I finally made that f*gs head handheld He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail First letter says motherf**er you're dead The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said And Just in Time your head is mine You crossed the f**in' line like a dirty Mexicans Second letter read hey son it's me f** 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 sh** 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 Savin' up 24 bullets with gun Cause I got demons that I cannot 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 f**, f** it, signed anonymous