Article Title:Art or hate?
Category:Movies
Author or Credit:GayNZ.com staff
Published on:5th October 2011 - 01:29 pm
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Story ID:10870
Text:Are the Big Day Out bound group known as "Odd Future" a collective of groundbreaking hip hop geniuses, or a bunch of arrogant, homophobic and women hating youngsters? There are two clear camps on this group, so we've put together a selection of their lyrics and a snapshot of their music so you can decide for yourself which camp you want to join. Orange Juice So I'm guessin' there's questions that need adressin' huh? Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' em. Hear new tracks, he destined to make a mess of em, Snappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check em son. Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun. Fuckin' chin-checkin punks 'til he's out of breath and done, No affection, he's doper than cess sessions son Chillin' for a while on a pile of the rest of em. Let the crowd choose who can fuckin' last longer, it's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer. Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica that we picked up at the last concert, Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels, he's the junior king standin' out shoutin' on the balcony, How come he's not in counseling? Fucker's loud while he's sound asleep Heard he was dope as Sour D. Nigga was courage cowardly? State Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team, Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder and a nose full of chowder, he's chopping up all the doubters, see now watch him count the bodies like bitches be countin' calories Fuck with the wolves we startin' to bark viciously, Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be, Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand that bastard was buzzin like Woody so we get it for free. Had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off, I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off, Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement, Cause I've been doin' this since proof fucked Christopher Robinson. Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly, dirty, rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin. Do not give a fuck I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick, but if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip, Sip sizzurp, Su-preme on my shizzirt, I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard, The favorite nigger turned into Freddy Kruger, And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer. From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks, Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna, All you fuckin' bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit, I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement, Them two dope boys is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries, Meet the scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carry twin, A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then, two dope boys don't want beef, they're just overweight vegitarians Blade Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, killing shit I'm half privileged, think white and have nigger lips A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant Shit, I'll pass the class when my dad starts giving shits But as long as our relationship is turdless I'mma keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dick Who that? Oh, that new coon John Cusack A Mecca button-up, shoutin' bring Fubu back Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zack Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back? With no hint, we're egging with no tint Plus there's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uh The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her There's nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in her She started biting cause I'm giving cock like it's advice to her Take that, I'm on top like wave caps This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, nigga Swag Me Out [Verse 1: Jasper] Chillin' in class with a bag full of grass Lookin' for a white chick to smoke up and choke up I even got that white sniff come over here and take a whiff Now you ready to get raped and ate by Mr. Haley Litter Life is the gang, it's that shit that we bang Let's play an Odd game, it's called bitch you better run When those Odd Wolves come out And chew you up bitch like bubble gum Jasper's off climbin' trees with that nazist you see Never met a nigga like me because I'm an Oddsby Opposite of them Cosby kids Got that Virginia Tech swag, shoot up your school and laugh, bitch [Hook] Swag me out bitch Wolf Gang! [Verse 2: Left Brain] Uh, Left Brain Swag, me, the fuck, out 'fore you get punched in your fuckin' mouth I'mma take your bitch back to my crib You already know my dick is gon' be in ribs Yeah, and I like barbecue Fuckin' with me, I'm fuckin' with you Uh, Wolf Gang, that's the fuckin' clique If you got a problem bitch hop on this dick Nigga I don't want you here So get the fuck out 'fore shoot you like a deer Swag me out, swag me out I don't give a fuck, swag me out Oh oh, where the fuckin' hoes? Hoes hoes, where the fuckin' hoes? Hoes hoes, where the fuckin' hoes? Where the hoes? [Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] You faggots yap about tokin' kush While I deal with drug dealers and they killed a whole bush George inside the storage if you wanna take a look But keep your motherfuckin' daughter's mouth shushed boy Lookin' for them white sluts who good at suckin' cat Wolf dick black as nigga riders from the fat black bitches Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All don't give a fuck Loiter Squad, you know where the fuck we at Earl and Berman swervin' in the Jeep Me and Travis in the back squirtin' Jergins on our feet What is that? Not a penis What the fuck is extra meat? I don't know, ask Asia Two nazi dykes shittin' in a Synagogue Cause that bitch lick balls from Western to Crenshaw And her grandma suck dick down in Rimpau And she masturbates with Vaseline and a Ken doll [Hook] [Verse 4: Hodgy Beats] We cool like the breeze at the fuckin' beach They told me to write a flow, I wrote a fuckin' speech Odd Future Wolf Gang rolls fuckin' deep Taylor Swift come around, we go fuckin' deep She's our slut for weeks and she wash our sheets Brush our teeth but don't make our beats Tyler got the waffles, Devon covers bacon 2DopeBoyz got the beef, we serve filet mignon shakin' Sour D's got me touchin' the moon Rollin' up blunts the size of a fuckin' cocoon Wolves roll together like some family raccoons Tellin' you to eat an ass like a fuckin' baboon [Hook] [Verse 5: Earl Sweatshirt] Swag me out, swag me out, Jasper get them faggots out Snortin' coke, got the Pope yellin' who let the rabbits out Kissin' whores and kissin' bunnies, put this horse dick in your tummy I am on this track because that nigga Taco isn't funny (Me and Jesus in the Humvee, Ace and Mary gettin' comfy Jeffrey Dahmer's in the bushes with R. Kelly tryna fuck me Steve Harvey, Kenan Thompson's plottin' how to jump me Well fuck Steve Harvey and free Max B Fuckin' Waterham, Hodgy's ass eat skills help eat all the Jam Damn I'm like marmalam marmalade [Verse 6: Mike G] Yo motherfuck 'em if they haters, bet I'll rain on their parade I'm that ignorant motherfucker who took your daughter on a date Dare her to answer the phone if you call her cause she's late Black kid on the corner sellin' drugs go figure Syd tha Kyd, what the fuck we doin'? (Flippin' bricks nigga!) [Verse 7: Taco] Fuck you listenin' to this Wolf Gang reserve Drivin' with your bitch swagged Jasper Don't give a fuck stealin' your fuckin' purse All I do is laugh first yeah nigga Swag me the fuck out, Loiter Squad Bacon Boys Nigga we take your girl, rape her in the back Of the fuckin' Jeep, we're off squirtin' feet We're Jurgens nigga, ultra healin' [Verse 8: Jasper] Yeah we're swervin' in the Jeep, while I'm rollin' up the tree Litter Life don't give a fuck, that's why we fuckin' up the trees Wolf bandit and land it you niggas can't stand it Chop a bitches head off and get a pleasant nut off, bitch What do you think? Discuss this story on the GayNZ.com forum GayNZ.com staff - 5th October 2011    
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