Slow It Down Lyrics - The Odd Future Tape, Vol.1 - Odd Future

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] 

We come through throbbing like thunder storms 

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms 

I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs 

With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on 

Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms 

Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons 

Hodgy Beats is like limp balm 

If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms 

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms 

Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam 

And I'm going to embalm my creativity 

Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on 

[Hook] 

Turn it up, where's the bass? 

Bring the keys, yeah 

Turn it up, where's the bass? 

Bring the keys, oh my God 

Turn it up nigga, where's the bass? 

Could you bring the keys? Yeah 

Turn it up, nigga where's the bass? 

Drop the drums 

[Verse 2] 

Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla 

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla 

You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda 

But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner 

I'm never the winner, always the loser 

I don't choose to win, but I will choose her 

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna 

I never use a fork I always spoon her 

Go nuts, instrumental flow much 

European model white bitch is eating donuts 

Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch 

Making shit come like I'm go-go gadget 

I'm mental, it's instrumental 

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records 

And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils 

[Hook]