Louis Logic - Beat Your Ass lyrics

Yo, uh, yeah, yeah, yo [Verse 1: Jay Love] Everybody want to test me especially the emcees against me The rest be the critics and the b**hes that stress me Catch me smoking whet leaves with the sensi Unless we drinking Hennessy mixed with Pepsi If you ready, then bring it son, like Bruce I'm swinging son And I'm a beat your a** from here to kingdom come And just when you think it's done, the Abbott'll bring a drum And knock you off the stage that you singing from 'Cause when I'm drinking rum, anything can happen I'll dis you when I'm rapping, hit your b**h in the back end Pull out, come in her face and put it back in Jay Love up in the place, let's get it cracking Smacking foes with masterful faster flows Smash your nose, leave your a** in a casket closed At last, it goes: we be hara**ing hoes Puff hash and dro and beat everyone's a** {opposed?} [Hook 1: Louis Logic & Jay Love] LL: If you see me at my in-store and tell me that some other rapper drinks more JL: If you dis us in a write-up and we see you in a nightclub LL: If you pussies on the internet are b**hing that our album isn't finished yet JL: If I'm trying to get my knob slobbed and you step in and co*k block [Verse 2: Louis Logic] If y'all piss me off, I got a prescription for A horse steroid called Wisterol I live to brawl, and I ain't even fighting fair I'll kick your balls like b**hy broads 'Til my Nike Airs are ripped and worn I'm like Mickey Rourke after a six or more And bar flies starting bar fights and whiskey wars The immature kid that swore 'til his lips were sore Even sticks and stones, this is for sure Don't leave your chicks alone Cause I ain't just a fighter, I'm a lover too A fascist Casanova, pa**ing over ugly shrews Jay Love and Lou, do not attempt to adjust your tubes We're as booze drenched and drunk as you We stumble through like a one legged man With his stump removed, drunk and doing one minute keg stands Unfinished eggs can't crack the way your heads got to We'll beat your a** like a pair of angry stepfathers [Hook 2: Jay Love & Louis Logic] JL: If you invite me to smoke then go and light up a roach LL: Yo, if ya mom don't get her tired a** off my lawn JL: If you're a bouncer a**hole trying ta take my drink after last call LL: If you're a chick giving me head and you let my babies drip on the bed [Verse 3: Louis Logic & Jay Love] LL: This takes us back to high school I'm a have to beat your a** before cla** And then I'll take your geek's hall pa** If the fake police walk past, I'll dip in the bathroom Don't laugh dude, I'm coming back and ripping yo a** soon JL: At last Lou, I'll pa** through to share this last brew And ask who wants to get served quick, like fast food I snuffed a rent-a-cop who said he caught the scent of pot I said it was the stench of twat from a dirty freshman's box LL: This chick needs to bless the crotch with the salt and vinegar Before we finish her, because the scent is sort of sinister Or I'm a call a minister to do an exorcism Cause it smells like something died inside her screwing mechanism JL: Douche that wretched kitten you sewage infested pigeon Cause, ew, that scent is kicking like two Mexicans fishing Yo Lou, go get the izm 'cause I need to puff Cause I'll beat the f** out of everyone if I ain't weeded up [Hook 3: Louis Logic & Jay Love] LL: If you crude s*uts don't clean your mouth out with a toothbrush JL: Yo, if you're running your mouth about me f**ing your spouse LL: If you want to talk trash, then I'll smack your a** you lil' s*ut JL: Girl, if you front about your age and they dump me in a cage LL: If you're a hussy who won't try to give up her p**y LL: You know what I'm saying? You s*ut bag slore of a who*e! JL: If you're a chick that I'm dating, s**ing my dick and scraping [Sounds of violence] LL: I think that's enough sh** talking for one night Alright, sweaty [Skit] (King:) I hereby proclaim that from now on Nothing that starts with the letter P Will be allowed in my kingdom But sire, sire, what about the palace? Where else shall we live? My lord, what about my p**no? No "Por Que"? No "Pimp sh**"? No Playboy? No Phonograph? Thank you, your highness! That means there will be no prosecutors No prisons, and best of all, no police! But Sir Hoster, that also will mean There'll be no pushing perico But his magnificense, no peyote? No papers? No Phillies? No poppy? No pot? My pills! My pills! No poetry? What about the peasants, sire? My lord, no prostitutes? No prostitutes! No prostitutes!! His kingship, no prostitutes!!! [Crying] NO PROSTITUTES!!!! What? No p**y? [Gasps] (King:) I hereby declare, that from now on, uh This is a royal change of mind, that's what this is From now on, everything that begins with P Is welcome in the kingdom [Cheers] p**y! p**no's back baby!