Yeah; pa** the mic before I jack it like gore-tex
Bust like raw s**, rappers s** like vortex
The life of a Don- We living like kings, and k**ing our pawns
Boy, the seconds it's on don't know where we going
I'm flowing and k**ing this sh** from dusk til dawn
Just had s** with a Middle Eastern girl- The p**y was bomb
That last line made no sense like these rappers' careers
But I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year
Yeah; you don't like me? I'll conjure up and summon all your fears
You wanna fight me? I'll woop my own a** before you get here
Wanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes s**?
b**h I don't give a f**, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes
In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's
I'm a perfectionist; the lesson is f** everyone a**essing this
It's hip-hop, not to be taken literally
However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary
My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect
Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck
f** every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time
Sike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme
On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex
Slaughter MC's then ask who's next...
[C Dot Castro:]
Ey yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now
Priceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle
Never busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down
Then go and grab a mic and see if you can f** with me now
I got that A plus flow I'm on a roll b**h I can't fail
Making money with my mind, call that sh** a brain sell
Raise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here
Catch me in a tenant caddy with a b**h from Cincinnati
With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly
With the window down see other b**hes blowing kisses at me
It's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap
We spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world
Reppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world
Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl
So sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl
Cause no p**y come before my flow, just had to let you know girl
Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed
Rattpack be my family, I f** with y'all no incest
Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up
Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up
I ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff
Cause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts
[Logic:]
I murdered my manager Chris last night
We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like
I said okay... then punched him in the face with a butcher knife
I want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife
Now can you feel it? They won't {Sinatra}
Gimme what I want, so f** it I'm a steal it
I'll dilapidate you, grab the bu*ter knife and decapitate you
Yeah that's what I said huh, and b**h I did it
We all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it
I would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?
It's like when a gentleman sees the baddest b**h and thinks, "I'd hit it!"
But he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert
It's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath
Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch
Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch
That's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal k**er, venereal dealer
And yes you know they ain't none other iller
It's Logic.