Louis Logic - Cla** Clown lyrics

[Verse One] [Celph Titled] Celph Titled the Crocodile Hunter I keep it gator The monster in your closet that you've always been afraid of The type to come through and not say "Peace" when I leave Choke your crew out in army jackets and leave 'em fatigued And we scoop hood rats with mouse traps Give you the gas face and douse that You survivin'? I doubt that Robbin' your grandma for her mortgage loan I'm tryin' to figure out how to strangle you with a cordless phone My force is known to leave cops in plain clothes Layin' stiff on the floor with red stains on their clothes And if the Feds catch me I'mma go wild Tote a rocket launcher to the court room and blow trial My style's Bumpy, attitude stay grumpy And I don't f** around dunny I got so much ice up in my crib, and nowhere to rest my head The only time I tuck my j**els is when I put 'em to bed Put your tracks against mine That's a disturbing gamble I'll piss on your beat machine and give you a urine sample And while you writin' rhymes tryin' to come up with sh** I'll come up on your b**h and leave my cum up on her upper lip [Hook] [Louis Logic] In the school of hard knocks we're at the top of our cla**es sh**, the bullies even kiss our a**es Whether or not our report card pa**es Cla** clowns say we're the real smart a**es We run sh** And punch kids in their punk tummies Front dummy but you're on the run from me Majik's got detention, Lou's got suspension And Celph got expelled for snatchin' n***as lunch money [Verse Two] [Majik Most] Majik Most motherf**ers, yeah back in effect f**in' your head up like a John Larroquette hairnet Bullet's whistlin' Rippin' through your neck and your chest f** Kevlar Rock a Mexican festival vest You need a testicle check You're a man with breasts Bustin' out your dress, I'll make your bird chest fly west Never the less, your style's fake So bust it I'll pistol whip you With a Civil War Musket Sayin' that's your girl but she shows me love Said Titanic was a movie about my penis in a bathtub I hate fake thugs, always f**in' up the clubs I'll beat you with a coffee cup, now you've been mugged You need to be unplugged and whipped with a cord Ripped and in torn I'm always flippin' this song Russian fur coats, I'm a star with this I'll brush you off like a conceited paleontologist Get your head chopped off and burnt to a crisp Till it's a leather tote bag and you'll be saaaaadddd I'm bad news like I'm a paperboy with an Uzi With a cancerous tumor oozing (Ooooohhhh) You're cruisin' for a brusin' when you're drivin' to my show With a pink convertible Pinto, lettin' your hair blow Catch me down in Mexico, s**in' your ho I'll stab you with a sword from the Antique Road Show [Hook] [Louis Logic] In the school of hard knocks we're at the top of our cla**es sh**, the bullies even kiss our a**es Whether or not our report card pa**es Cla** clowns say we're the real smart a**es We run sh** And punch kids in their punk tummies Front dummy but you're on the run from me Majik's got detention, Lou's got suspension And Celph got expelled for snatchin' n***as lunch money [Verse Three] [Louis Logic] Yo, I'll come to your apartment with a gun under a parka Full of blank side Use the other day to pull a bank heist And say, "Hi" By wavin' the barrel Right in your face And make you sh** inside your Old Navy apparel I never claimed to be the friendliest kid But I'll teach you what an enemy is And beat you with the sh** end of the stick My own people's will tell you that I can be a dick And they know first hand I've treated some of them to a fist When motherf**ers famished I grab the oven hand mitt And stuff his damn lips with a lovely knuckle sandwich I'll leave your muzzle bandaged like a dog with a lampshade The double standard is some gauze and some band aids So all that braggin' when you catch a case, forget it ace You stupid motherf**er, you're not tougher for gettin' AIDS Get it straight Your D-Day been diggin' for years We got wax too, but ours isn't from ears motherf**er