Louis Logic - Sin-A-Matic (2005) by Louis Logic (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Louis Logic]
Perfectionist rhymer
It's only cause I'm such a dick you always find me next to vagina
And people like, "This fuckin' kid's just as sick as sex with a minor!"
Sensitive whiners, just tryna censor my line up
My CD is diseased, please be cautious
Cause each queasy chorus will leave ya nauseous
Each verse is equipped with evil forces
For teachin' your kids how to be remorseless
All of ya high horses, please get off it
If you don't like my songs you can eat my sausage
And I got a set of meatballs you'd need a forklift...
To reach to your lips just to feed your orifice
Indecent authors of the world unite
Run to the video store and rent "Kiss the Girls" tonight
Read "American Psycho"
And Mein Kampf, learn how to build a time bomb
It's easy gettin' a rifle
Start up a revolution or practice an execution
Whatever you're doin', don't be another contented human
Who wakes up in the mornin' yawnin'
Pourin' another coffee when you should be out puttin' your boss in a coffin
Cause no matter how often you break the law,
Take the Lord's name in vain, or rape some whore
Say no more, cause you haven't had a loose screw yet
Lou's cassette will send you right over the cuckoo's nest
Motherfucker!

[Louis Logic]
Whatcha think cause ya neck and ya wrist go bling
That ya shit don't stink? Faggot asses doin' the Sisqo thing in a thong
Y'all ain't never had a inkling of thinkin' of bringin' it on
Take my advice shorty
Before I make your life story the same shit R&B bitches sing in a song
Cause when I ring the alarm the hooligans wanna fight for me
And bring the things that'll make a calm night stormy
Quite sorry if y'all didn't understand it
I'm at once demanded and underhanded
So when ya stash goes missin' from ya man's crib,
You'll be scratchin' your lid sayin', "I betcha someone planned it"
Learn ya lesson
Don't take one for granted, whose confirmed profession is words as weapons
Observe discretion and freshman escape with they life
Use your street smarts, otherwise we takin' ya mics

[Hook] 2x
You need street smarts for retards
Cause y'all ain't thugs y'all sweethearts
So ya better not come around these parts
Ya hear three barks and then see dark

[Louis Logic]
It's best to know the ledge
Court jesters please observe, and heed the word of older heads
Before your life's scroll is read on the day of ya judgement
Pussy rappers cry when taken away from their husbands
Y'all sissies but ya have to try to feign a grown man's appetite
I wait for no man that's the life
When ya take what ya need before givin' ya up to speed
I'm like Nissan, but more driven
when it comes to sendin' sleepy rappers to the mortician
I'm like Kevorkian, ya all fit in
Cause my schedule is open ended like ya whore's kitten
Clitoris drippin' after two or more listens
I'm the porn magician,
Every deflowered chick's source of friction
forced to fit in till the drawers are splittin
I'm the Puerto Bliccan, spittin' with the street smarts retards
Good riddance to the niggas on the R&B charts

[Hook] 2x
You need street smarts for retards
Cause y'all ain't thugs y'all sweethearts
So ya better not come around these parts
Ya hear three barks and then see dark

[Louis Logic]
Even hardened criminals know the average Joe's miserable woe
Though they both live by different codes
Niggas don't know how I developed such a difficult flow isn't it so
cause y'all wouldn't believe what I done did for the dough
I've walked the earth in the places where the niggas won't go
workin' for racists, surrounded by the turbulent faces
And in search of oasis I found rap records
earnin' the papers by whippin' halfsteppers
Don't get your GAP sweater tied in a bunch
or think you're bad cause you're buyin' your lunch
By supplyin' the chunks for some guy on the junk
You need to try survivin' for once with a 9 to 5 for a month

[Hook] 2x
You need street smarts for retards (you need street smarts for retards)
Cause y'all ain't thugs y'all sweethearts (street smarts for retards)
So ya better not come around these parts (you need street smarts for retards)
Ya hear three barks and then see dark (street smarts for retards)

What do ya do when ya catch ya best friend and ya chick in the sack
And you need a way for gettin' em back?
You need to get street smarts for retards (I'm tellin' ya Duke)
You better get street smarts for retards (You better go tell ya whole crew)

Your out on the street corner sellin' drugs and such,
but enjoy the taste of your own bud too much
You need street smarts for retards (I'm tellin' ya Duke)
You better get street smarts for retards (You better run and tell ya whole crew)

You wanna face the kingpin and ya at the dude's house
But ya brought a rusty boxcutter to a shootout
You need street smarts for retards (I'm tellin' ya Duke)
You better get street smarts for retards (Run and go tell ya whole crew)

Y'all pussaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy's... shut the fuck up!

Before settin it off {*scratch from original "Factotum"*}

[Louis Logic]
... Fresh from a court runnin from a bar tab
Drivin drunk with car lag in need of a barf bag
I left my smart half on the hard path to recovery
With hangover hovering I took a bath in the bubbly
I woke up in the trash, cold clutchin a flask
With a wino askin for some from me, but there's no stuff in my stash
I'm so stuck in a glass but insist on throwin Rollin Rocks
Shades drawn, doors closed and locked, hopin no one knocks
I'm in a lonely spot
Nowhere, and I want some some Stoli shots
Like I don't care if my AA sponsor knows or not
I'll spend a week soaked in scotch on Venice Beach with the vagrants
Then I'm... leavin for Vegas
But I'm penny free, and owe a lot of dough
to spot my landlord and old lady liks
It's like I said, she likes to collect, she don't babysit

[Hook]
"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*}
I'm the lush president of the wino section
Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me
tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*}
"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*}
I been at war with lady liks and can't find no weapons
Or find protection on my coldest nights, it's like... "Shorty let me tell
you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*}

So basically, my drinkin schedule's 8 to 3
But wait and see I bet you I can make the rate increase
Until I start sprayin my vomit on my Old Navy fleece
So sayeth the logic, so say the sheep
My next commandment, to drink a case a piece at least
To set the standard, a buncha drunks that's dead from cancer
Leave your 12 steps abandoned on the way to the bar
A convoy that's on joy juice racin their cars
Drinkin grain from a jar, that's moonshine to the Leigh men in bars
And soon I'm hearin angels with harps
Perhaps it's beepin horns and I'm crossin lanes in my car
And sleepin on the job but made it so far, I'm thinkin ain't this bizarre
It's kinda freezin', tryna find the reason
When I realized my gates were ajar
I took the Nestea plunge straight to the tar, but never jumped
Then I awoke in a pool of my puke where I had left my lunch

[Hook]
"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*}
I'm the lush president of the wino section
Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me
tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*}
"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*}
I been at war with lady liks and can't find no weapons
Or find protection on my coldest nights, it's like... "Shorty let me tell
you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*}

I was born of beer kegs in college dorms and molotov mixtures
Fists up, breakin bottles off niggas
Make escape doin the hundred yard dash, comin from a car crash,
That's what I call a runnin bar tab, back to the lab
When an undercover car passed after my ass
Dropped to my knees and my hands in the grass
A straight shot to the trees beside my door, but I'd forgotten my keys,
plus I had too much brandy to last, so I hopped to my feet
My hands were both clasped stoppin the stream
If I puked the cop would probably see
But he was watchin me flee on wobbily feet, at least that's what I'm thinkin
That's when he tackled me stagnant and stinkin
I said, "No way occifer, I haven't been drinkin"
Then he said, "You're under arrest kid, and we're goin back to the precinct"

[Hook]
"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*}
I'm the lush president of the wino section
Since you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me
tell you 'bout my only vice" {*scratched*}
"When I get bent, I must represent, no question" {*scratched*}
I been at war with lady liks and can't find no weapons
Or find protection in this lonely life, it's like... "Shorty let me tell you
'bout my only vice" {*scratched*}

[Verse 1: Louis Logic]
Yo, I'm best described as the father of sex and lies
I specialize in undressing wives, but I recognize
When it's time to pull my cock out the hot house
Cause I don't want no seeds left inside
So instead I'll catch a rise
With a wet surprise, from the yogurt slinger
And poke a finger up her ass until the motion stings her
Depending on how close it brings her to the point of climax
That's when I get romantic with her face adjoined to my lap (sluuuut)
How would you like to get fucked in the butt
I know you probably love to get covered with nut
And I can cover your mug with enough of this stuff
Whenever my muscle will bust
that if you breath in it would smother your lungs (Eww)
Eww, what you mean? You ain't had ya fill?
I splash ya grill, like lighter fluid at a family meal
Or a dyke's face with Vagisil when she bites into it (BITES what?)
Into coochie you dyke-slut you know you like to do it

Coocoo chie coocoo chie coocoochie yeah
"Bitcheees"
"Drop to your knees"
Coocooooooooochie
"I feel most stickin and chicken, and still side steppin"
Coocoo chie coocoo chie coocoochie yeah
"Bitches get wet and I expect 'em like that"
Coocooooooooochie
"I wanna get into it man, you know"
"What" "Vagina"

[Verse 2: Louis Logic]
Always aim for the torso that's what I learned from playing in pornos
While I'm stuffin' tubesteak in her cornhole
If I'm late for one more show cause I spend my label's paper on more hoes
They'll probably would take me straight to a court show
But instead of gettin' screwed on TV I rather fuck cuties
Unless of course Judge Judy's in the mood to eat me
I usually use my CD to abuse the treaty
Of sex between me and my ex in fetus fusion treaty (ohhh)
You should see me when the semen's flowin' spewin' freely
I squeeze a load in the throat till the chicken's cheeks are swollen
Cause if a beep is showin then she gets the worm
Catchin' cock in every turn with extra sperm till the lesson's learned
I'm less concerned with closed nails and a precious perm
As long as I avoid of infectious germs and impressive firms
And when I'm tryin to fuck ya chick and call a hoe a slut a bitch
It's sufficient so it's not a sexist term

"Now what start you'd done with Dursey"
Coocoo chie coocoo chie coocoochie yeah
"Bitcheees"
"Drop to your knees"
Coocooooooooochie
"I feel most stickin and chicken, and still side steppin"
Coocoo chie coocoo chie coocoochie yeah
"Bitches get wet and I expect 'em like that"
Coocooooooooochie
"I wanna get into it man, you know"
"What" "Vagina"

[Verse 3: Louis Logic]
Chicks say I'm old fashioned, I don't want a bitch stuck in the kitchen
I wanna stuff a dick in her ass while she's touchin' her kitten
I like to fuck and forget 'em and try a dozen positions
Then serve the mic a sermon like rightin' smunks of religion
I pay homage to bondage and good will with a feel
And stay up in a prime just for stacks like Will
And in the process I like to turn women to objects
Penthouse to hen house of birds livin' in projects
I don't discriminate on the basis of race or the place that you stay
That's hardly a chick I won't inseminate
I spread the legs of college chicks, featherweights and solid chicks
I make 'em face the snake but I never taste the bottom lips
I poke 'em with the Obelisk and flee from the scene
Let me explain then you'll see what I mean
Cause as much as I love pussy you can't feed it to me
You know why?
I don't eat anything that bleeds for a week and don't die

Coocoo chie coocoo chie coocoochie yeah
"Bitcheees"
"Drop to your knees"
Coocooooooooochie
"I feel most stickin and chicken, and still side steppin"
Coocoo chie coocoo chie coocoochie yeah
"Bitches get wet and I expect 'em like that"
Coocooooooooochie
"I wanna get into it man, you know"
"What" "Vagina"

I'm punchin' a clock, carryin' my lunch in a box
So don't ever assume that my life is something it's not
Shit, I got a 9 to 5, dispite the fact that I'm as live
As any jerk-off cat that's signed to Jive
My boss is trying to drop me out my tree house
For at least three hours a day, he's chewin' me out
For two to three thou. a month, they don't pay me enough
To spend my work day, taking this stuff this jerk say
I ain't workin' over time
I'm tryin' to hear my name on MTV news up, in Kurt Loader's lines
So I work over rhymes, and I'm behind in my paper work
I'm late for work, cause I spend my nights chasin' skirts
My measly checque don't make it worth the stress
That hurts my chest, not to mention I'm emmersed in debt
To the top of a turtle neck, pissin' an moanin'
But why should anyone listen to me, when I don't listen to no one
Consider this as an omen, I could go beserk
At any moment, like a mail man fed up with postal work
I went from happy to nasty like a Bi-Polar jerk
To shoot em down the lounge with the fine foldgers perks

Punch in, Punch out, Lunch in, Lunch out
I've been lookin for a building with nice window to jump out
Feelin' self destructive? Sick of the daily grime?
Lately I feel disruptive, and I think its mailman time
*beat changes*
Day in, day out, It seems like theres no way out
I pulled the twelve gauge out and shot off twenty-eight rounds
And watch the pellets spread out, killin my associates
My boss is gonna get it now, and find out what Postal is

"Good morning Mr. Schwartz" "Good morning Louis
You've been late three times this month already, I believe this is the fourth"
"I don't want you misinformed, it's probably more
You're not counting the times I didn't sign the time sheet on the lobby floor"
"Right, well if you feel your jobs secure, keep it up then"
"Apparntly someone hasn't had his coffee and he needs a muffin"
"Perhaps you need a breif discussion, a policy refresher
And wheres your progress note?" "Oh, I forgot that on my dresser"
"Well if this case is too much pressure, we can ease the tension
Starting today, you forfeit your pay and take a weeks suspension
You really should prioritize, you can't stay up all night
Like some college guy, bathing in beer like it's a party life"
"Look, I'm sorry I've been screwin up
I know I got the perfect job, but I've been working hard on this music stuff"
"Well Louis, you need a good job, and I know this one can be tough
But rapping isn't real work, and it can be just as hard"
"Man, what you trying to stop be from being a star?"
"You don't even play an instrument" "Yo I don't need a guitar to season these bars"
"Alright well settle down now, theres no need for alarm, try an remain calm"
"Or, I'll light this fuckin' office up with guns, fire, and napalm"

You're just another asshole, who wants to see me dressed up in my dads clothes
Working underpaid until I'm that old
As far as that goes, you'll never live to see it take place
I've brought a little present for you in my aftershave case

Punch in, Punch out, Lunch in, Lunch out
I've been lookin for a building with nice window to jump out
Feelin' self destructive? Sick of the daily grime?
Lately I feel disruptive, and I think its mailman time
Day in, day out, It seems like theres no way out
I pulled the twelve gauge out and shot off twenty-eight rounds
And watch the pellets spread out, killin my associates
My boss is gonna get it now, and find out what Postal is

[Intro - Louis Logic]
Every time I leave my house
Pork patrol wanna seek me out
Did I see it? Did I do it?
C'mon on down to the station house
They scream out, "Hey, how's that high?"
Shine the flashlight around my eyes
Every time some coward cries
They doubt that I have an alibi

[Verse One - Louis Logic]
It's bizarre how I got a disregard
For prison bars but it isn't hard
To see why I hate the mainstream and daydream of beatin' Dave Matthews with his guitar
I live to scar you with a lit cigar
If I miss the charts I'll put a mail bomb in your Christmas card
'Cause you jealous of the fact that I'm blowing up and you ???
My true intentions are cruel intentions
New ways to hurt you with new inventions
You figure you're a star I'll hit you with a car and flatten you down to two dimensions
You want me to be non-violent?
It's only gonna happen on the day that I'm signin'
Which isn't too often
'Cause I can't be sober when you're standing over Lou's coffin
And any other time I got a beer in my hand
And mysterious plans to put fear in your fans
Until degenerates shit for the champ of born losers here for the weirdos and porn users
My last three last shows were fiascoes
This dude came up like, "You see that ho? I dare you to grab her ass."
So I grabbed her snatch and had a fight with these three assholes
Now I'm mad at that and there's an A-P-B
The cops kicked my ass when they came for me like they hold a grudge
So I stood up in the court room and told the judge I got A-D-D

[Chorus - Louis Logic]
I'm mischievous
I make people wanna slit they wrists
A whole lot of parents and critics
Are pissed at this but they missed the gist
It's just fictitious
I'm mischievous
My songs make kids wanna slit they wrists
And now a lot of critics and parents are mad at this
I need clearances to make appearances

[Hook - Lous Logic]
Warning, take caution, keep out of children's reach
'Cause I'm still in this bitch ??? real to teach and let disciples fill the streets
A lot of criminals wanna kill police
Steal the keys and set the villains free
You better listen kids 'cause I'm mischievous so keep out of children's reach

[Verse Two - Louis Logic]
OH NO!
I'ma ruin your whole show
Stumble on the stage drunk and movin' in slo-mo
'Cause you wouldn't know dope even if you were to sold coke
And tried to steal Louis's whole blow
Your folks know better than to try and diss
I'll put you in a chokehold I'm childish
I poke holes in your car tires with my bare hands and sharpened appliances
'Cause I'm a product of my environment
So I can't be blamed if my rhymes are violent
'Cause every time I'm in silence or sleep, the sick thoughts creep in behind my eyelids
Rhymes the size kick this dissin' nonsense
We about to have a real pissin' contest
You think I wouldn't let my pee soak in every seam 'til you weigh as much as Heavy D?
It's a fact misery loves company
And lung disease Will work wonders please
So I teach young kids to smoke shit it's just a joke and it soundslike fun to me
It's easy as one, two, three
Come on up to the roof and then jump with me
And when they scoop you up from the street
Instead of doing dirt you'll be buried underneath
From the kids in the projects robbin' stores
To the 'burbs where they steal from the shopping malls
There ain't an emcee who don't respect me
So don't get testy y'all haven't got the balls

[Chorus - Louis Logic]
I'm mischievous
I make people wanna slit they wrists
A whole lot of parents and critics
Are pissed at this but they missed the gist
It's just fictitious
I'm mischievous
My songs make kids wanna slit they wrists
And now a lot of critics and parents are mad at this I need clearances to make appearances

[Hook - Lous Logic]
Warning, take caution, keep out of children's reach
'Cause I'm still in this bitch ??? real to teach and let disciples fill the streets
A lot of criminals wanna kill police
Steal the keys and set the villains free
You better listen kids 'cause I'm mischievous so keep out of children's reach

[Verse Three - Louis Logic]
When there's smoke in your eyes
into a pumpkin ties
They like, "OH NO!"
A whole lot of husbands would give me a snuffin' if they knew who I'm fuckin' like, "OH NO!"
If you drink so much that you don't react
??? across your bony back
??? 'gnac
It's like, "OH NO!"

[Outro - Louis Logic]
Every time I leave my house
Pork patrol wanna seek me out
Did I see it? Did I do it?
C'mon on down to the station house
They scream out, "Hey, how's that high?"
Shine the flashlight around my eyes
Every time some coward cries they doubt that I have an alibi

[Louis Logic]
Oh Ap I'm glad I caught you, you know I'm ‘bout to leave the pad on tour soon
And I thought you'd watch my lady while I'm gone dude

[Apathy]
Yo c'mon Lou, of course that's cool, your my fucken man
My fam, I mean damn, I don't got no other plans
We can rent some blockbuster, catch a movie or two
Yo but imma have to leave her home if there's some hoochie to screw

[Louis Logic]
Oh shit yeah, if there's some booty for you, handle yours, hit the bed
I aint tryna cock block if ya gettin head
Lick and spread that chick instead, but if not, you gotta watch my baby then
Cause most of my lady's friends are chickenheads

[Apathy]
Yeah that's understandable, broads can be real influential
I'll run into the store for the doe if shes low
And try to keep her from runnin with clubbin hoes

[Louis Logic]
Word, I new there was a reason you're my brother yo

[Apathy]
Of course Lou, your blood from another mother, no other bro

*Phone ringing*

[Apathy]
Hello

[Louis Logic]
Aiiyo Ap, wassup its Lou
My bus is stuck in ?, I'm glad I trust you to watch my lovely boo
Aiiyo, y'all found some stuff to do

[Apathy]
Oh word up, we just buggin dude
Tryna watch this flick, wanna talk to your chick?
Oh, hold up, she just went into the bathroom sick
See we was drinkin and shit and now we chillin on the couch
We was thinking of goin out but decided to lounge in the house


[Louis Logic]
Yo, lounge in the house? Bounce and be out?
What you mean shes sick, yo who the fuck you think you drinkin with
Your supposed to be over seeing shit
It sounds like all hell's breakin loose

[Apathy]
Yo, your breakin up Lou and your trippin like I'm trickin with your chick
Stop bein a dick actin like we fiendin to stick -phone hanging up-

-phone ringing-

[Apathy]
Yo fuck it, don't pick it up, Lou's just bein a jerk
His goin berserk, his probably just stressed from all the work
Lets relax, sure we can cuddle, there's nothin wrong with that
You can lay across the couch and put your head on my lap

-knock on door-

[Apathy]
Oh, what up b

[Louis Logic]
Don't what up me you fuckin asshole
I dropped outta my tour and had to duck my last show
Whats goin on with you and my girl, slutty asshole
You fuckin her? What you tryna ruin my world!?

[Apathy]
Yo first of all kid! Take that fuckin tone out your voice
We boys but what you girl does is really her choice
Now she's sittin lonely at home while your doin your shows
Besides son, I thought it was bros before hoes

[Louis Logic]
So if your clothes come off while your chillin with my sweet thing
I'm supposed to let her share her g-string!?
Imma take that anniversary ring right back to Zales
Ask the sales girl to take back the pearls!
Smack the curls off my ladies head and kill you for your treachery
You said you were my best friend, instead you got the best of me

[Apathy]
Yo Lou, this shit is hectic B, I'm really not the enemy
It takes two to tango and we share the same energy
One night over some Hennessey we started messin sexually
And well, now we dealin with an unexpected pregnancy

[Louis Logic]
First and foremost, I got to figure out what hurts the whore most
Before we show up at this nigga's house
We can rip him out the drivers seat, pin him down
Grab the hag and jam a rag in her mouth
Wrap some string around her wrists, and tie her feet
You guys toss her in the back of the van
I'll be smackin' her man with the back of my hand
But that's just half of the plan
I can't believe this fuckin snake used to pass as my fam
Come up and shake my hand like it wasn't fake, damn
You take the van to my cousin's place in the countryside
Celph and Christian, I want you guys to help me lump this guy
We'll beat his ass within half an inch of his life
and fuck him up, just enough to make his mother cry
Then we'll leave the punk beside town square
Tied to a street pole, so people see his lump behind out bare
We'll come and ride out where this slutty flirt leads to
Strip her down to her birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?

[beat drops]
[whispering plans]
[assorted shouting and fighting noises]

[LL] Alright, enough! Enough!
[CT] Fuck that! Fuck that shit!
[LL] Yo, chill!

[Louis Logic] [new beat]
Holy shit, dude he's bleeding a lot
I ain't no doctor, but he ain't movin, I can't see if he's breathin or not
[Celph Titled]
Yo nevermind, y'all just need to stop and check his signs
Feel his neck, and find his pulse, if he dies, we're gettin time
(Guys, what? We were only supposed to scare him)
Yo shut the fuck up
(The cops are gonna bust us man, his family knows my parents)
[LL] Oh god, there's no pulse, there's no repairin'
This niggaz dead, I know his mother too, that bitch is overbearin
I need a cigarette
(Take some fuckin' Nicorette, Lou we killed a guy)
Yo stop sayin that, maybe he's still alive
(Someone try CPR, he'll survive)
[CT] If he's got any blood that's still inside
[LL] Both of you shut up, I think I see a car
(What do we do?!)
[CT] We'll get some plastic bags and duct tape
Cut 'em up, package him, dig a hole and leave this faggot upstate
(Oh that's just great, we're all gonna end up in a cell)
Or in the chair, you whiny bitch, but you'll love it in hell
[LL] Come on you assholes, this isn't helpin
Christ, he fuckin stinks
He dumped on himself, this nigga's smellin
[CT] That's what happens when you split your melon
Give me the switchblade from the trunk
We'll make two stitches fit his well and a ditch made for just one
(We're fuckin triple felons)
[LL] Quit your yellin, help me wrap the arms up
We got to get this job done before any more cars come
We'll go meet up with Arson and take care of the bitch
Giftwrapped in a sinsack and dump the pair in a ditch

[sirens and police officer on radio]
Uhh, dispatch this is Car 51
possible 1-8-7 suspects loading bags shaped like body parts in a trunk

(Yo it's the fuckin' cops)
[LL] I told you assholes a cars gonna come
[CT] Hey yo it looks now, let's go before they start with the guns

[officer]
This is Car 51 requesting backup, we are in pursuit
of three suspects in a gold Honda Accord
PA license plate... Bravo David Sally 81 28
Possible 187, repeat possible 187, requesting backup

[beat drops, more sirens and helicopters] [new beat]

[Louis Logic as Police Officer]
Come on out, we got the area surrounded
With SWAT teams around it and you're going downtown kid
[Louis Logic]
Sit down bitch, we ain't goin no place
Move again, I'll slash your whole face off with this cold blade
[PO] No wait, it's time to go home son, where you goin with this?
[LL] Son? Eat a dick copper, no one needs to know my business
Just get a chopper and lots of money, before I chop this honey's head off
It's too late when the scene has gotten bloody
[PO] Yo stop this funny stuff
[LL] Fuck you, and bring a case of beer
A lager, and don't bother tryin to make me wait for years
I got a taste for smearin' blood, plus I need a pack of smokes
So we don't slaughter, hold the pigs or I'ma slash your throat
Stop screamin, bitch, I'll give you somethin to cry about
[PO] Snipers, that's a go, he dropped his weapon, FIRE NOW (gunshots)
Affirmative, target hit, he's on the ground lyin' down
SWAT Team move in, sargeant turn those sirens down

[random sample until fade]

[Verse 1]
Yo yo, I hate those filthy fuckin' monkeys
And the features that they share with simians
Disgusting junkies, welfare recipients
They livin' off of someone's money who pays tax and has a life
While these black bitches stomachs stay fat with parasites
And they have to have a pipe to relax on average nights
So their bastard bratty tykes all act like savage types
It's the legacy of black and Spanish guys
Beg when ?tea and genoas? complacency of dads who have no wives
Police should beat their fuckin' skulls in with magnum lights
Illegitimate illiterate black should have no rights
Cuz they go from having lives to having life
And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TV's with satellite
Those steven-stealing dirty fuckin' heathens dealing dope need to steal a boat
And sail their monkey asses back to Africa
And seal the coast with giant gates made of steel and bolts
So we can try and save the decent white god-fearing folk

[Chorus]
And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard
Hometown battlefield, times is hard
Crime is risin', on my horizon
And it's getting mighty hard for folks to find a job
A lot of folks say that the times is changing
But the more things change, the more they stay the same
And I don't know where I'm gonna go, I don't know, I don't know

[Verse 2]
Don't hand me your ethics, just credit this as rude hard speech
Cuz I'm not anti-Semitic, Jews are cheap
With every breath their breathing through large beaks
They're telling more fibs and squeezing four kids into two car seats
What a waste of white skin, heartbeats and faces like men
Nigger lovers who treat the beast as if the ape was like them
They killed to save your Christ and denied that he was God's seed
It doesn't come as a surprise that meet the Nazi's
I live to see the day that Rabbi's decree their cocks reclipped at birth
'Till there ain't a Jewish dick that works
We should take care of the rich half first on Hanukkah
And smother out their breath and words with yamakas
'Till they turn to vomiters choking on their manichevitz
Menorahs to the foreheads would make some handy weapons
'Cuz there's no room for Plandess, Goldberg, and Blooms
We'll just wipe them off the face of the earth

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You know who probably hurts us most
Those sneaky guys with chinky eyes and the turban folks
Godheads who settle on our urban coast
I wish that they would drop dead, buying up convenience stores and restaurants
Either or they sneaking and I'm tired of the lenient laws
Treatin' them like real Americans when after all
These rice eating heathens even eat their cats and dogs
And that's because their misers, fucking cabbies in a hurry
Covered in the stench of curry, and they're awful drivers
The law provides us with no means of protection
Not even a weapon to stop the evil conception
And my people are threatened by the rate at which they multiply
Alarming enough to make the true patriots pulses high
Cult is like worship, Hindu and Buddhist rituals
Our lord Christ returning is grave due to his principles
The way they're taking bread from the truly blessed sons
I have to say the only good brown and yellow folks are dead ones

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
I'd like to add lastly, AIDS ain't a disease
We should take tainted IV's and jam up the pillow-biting fags ass cheeks
And dykes are twice as bad what kinda woman doesn't like to shag
No dick for those chicks, what kinda life is that?
We got mar tsars fighting for the rights of drag queens and queers
Who's sperm's on like germ farms breeding fear
The fucking fairies need braziers, high heels, and dick
The stuff so scary to even hear it I'm feeling sick
Your body parts got a right feeling fit, silly fairy
Nobody wants fags and dykes to join the military
We'd be better off killing every bitchy lesbian
And wimpy feminine men than to let them in
Then again I know it seems like I'm the devil's riding henchmen
But no one on this earth loves all of god's inventions
Not to mention, I got a date to try and talk to Satan
And lots of tension, cuz I'm late for my inauguration

[Beat stops]

[Man talking]
Right this way, Governor Bush

"And then 4 months down the road the idiot gear kicks in,
and I ask about the ex-boyfriend which,
as we all know is a really dumb move but you know how it is --
you don't want to know, but you just have to know, right?
You know, stupid guy bullshit."

[Louis Logic]
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls:
in this corner quivering in the white trunks
we have the unsuspecting boyfriend facing up to the champion,
his well-seasoned girlfriend.
The three knockdown rule is in full effect

[Verse 1]
Ding Ding
That's the sound of curiousity peaking like cops that pat you down
Boyfriends probably seeking the dirt on the skirt as if he's deep in the earth
Like who had reached in the shirt and who was sleeping with her, but hey --
She's only human and probably only doing the dude who she loves most
So you know who she's screwing
But while you're lying there spooning assuming life is just all good
You indavertently missed the size of the falsehood
Living life in a small hood you probably collide
With lots of the guys who used to climb on top of your wife
So it's not a surprise you're asking the stupidest questions:
'Who was the best in the sack?' and 'How many dudes have you slept with?'
But the chance is, you didn't want them answers
And can't live with it she used to be just a dancer
Making the fast tips you would stuff her pants with
And fast as mass transit she thought you were romantic

[Chorus]
I'm so glad we met (hey shorty)
Come on girl try to be patient, I know I'm a pain in the ass
But your ex-boyfriend has me stressed (back off dude)
And all of the sex stuff should just remain in the past
But we can't get married yet, (no we can't get married yet)
It isn't just that its greener, its also the length of the grass
But somehow you keep on running to me -- and we keep living in fear of the idiot gear

[Verse 2]
Right about this time, most of y'all are just wishin that this was fiction
And itchin to ask your chick if your dick isn't a depiction
Of fitting inside a stitching when you're sewing it up
And to think that most of this stuff is just over a fuck
I know what you're thinking, we've all grown up with women
And living without em seems like its harder than living with em
But if you hit em, you'll probably end up living in prison fellas
Then you'll be someone's bitch -- I hope your girlfriend isn't jealous
This cinderella shit is totally irrelevant
You'll never get a girl older than 7 thats been celibate
Cause every chick has been around the block with a guy or ten
And guys are sensitive, its better that you lie to them
Even the violent men who's dressed up in street clothes
With stilettos and heat knows they got delicate egos
If she chose to tell you all persons with whom
She put in work in the room, it would burst your balloon

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Looking at your sweetest snapshot, that's when you start to wonder
About the backdrop of her other lovers
When you discover another flick of her hidden up under there
Dressed in summer wear, with her ex giving her bunny ears
And no one wants to share their chick with last guy
To get rid of the bad vibes you figured you ask why
Her past life is still chilling in the picture frame
She'd probably forget his name if the dick's the same
Which is lame, but for some dumb reason
The last bum seeps into your dreams and you become unseasoned
Then one evening, you build up the heart to ask her
Disaster -- with your lungs breathin hard as asthma
And after she breaks down and tells you the truth
It leads to a fight and she's yelling at you
And I'm convinced of this: being your queen's only king
Yo man see Louis right -- ignorance is bliss

[Chorus]

Oh what's a guy to do

Now listen to me papi
You're all fucking idiots
How do you like them apples?

"You know what I don't think we need to do the thing
where we tell each other everything ..."

A lonely shadow filled the frame of a 6th floor window
A tenament resemblin' a 5th ward shit hole
A tortured soul type of agoraphobe
Who sported robes and made sure his door was closed
Ever since his brief intro to this freak nympho
He had his first time with her in a lime green pinto
He kept the cheap bimbo
But he was unaware that any cat who come prepared
got up in her underwear
He was an unsure kid, somewhat scared in the first place
Before his 20th birthday, he married his first lay
A careless, young airhead, who shared sex in her bed spread
Anywhere she found a spare bed
Who would dare wed such a slut?
Savage and sultry
To the last days of their marriage, she practiced adultry
When she finally bounced on the boy, he drank by the gallon and quarts
and shouted at the lord til he went out of his core
Instead of crazy, he had thoughts of going Kevin Spacey in Se7en, maybe
He wanted to behead his lady
and any shady kid who laid his mitts on his baby's tits
His faith was stripped like an atheist
Maybe its that God lies, he was tortured by the thought of
How many odd guys probably knew his wife's bra size
His thought process was counter-clockwise
Envisionin' guns and bloody butcher shop knives

[sample from movie]:
Man #1: What the fuck are you doing??
Woman: What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?
Man #2: Can you close the door?
Man #1: Will I close the door? Will I close the door?! That's my wife, you

ASSHOLE!

*gun shot*

*Ambulance & EMT arrive*

The super opened the tenant's door and found a corpse instead
The rookie cop was like "Are you sure he's dead?"
Then the coroner said, "You mean aside from how his forhead's spread?
The empty quarter-keg and the skipping record by Portis Head?
I would say it's a safe bet that he took a 38's best taste test and ate lead
He's more or less dead
Tag him and bag him, then ziplock the smokin' magnum
Round up the neighbors from the ground up and ask them
'Who, what, where, when and why?'
Anything that would make such a friendly guy wanna end his life
It's all probably, to be revealed in the autopsy"
The semi-warm body rolled through the first floor lobby
Growing cold and lifeless, journey on the gourney to the meat wagon
Packed in with the medical devices
Firmly wrapped tight in a sheet of white
While the preacher type prays for heaven's blessing beggin' "Jesus Christ"
The DT was like, "See his right hand? it's a wedding band
has anybody seen his wife?"
"Well, sir, I heard she was the cheating type who would sleep with any man
according to the neighbors if I'm readin' right"
"Son, let me help you see the light, and put two and two together
She got sick of the kid, and ran off with who ever
The guy couldn't take it, he blew open his cake hole
A modern day face lift, suicide, case closed"