Louis Logic - f** 'Em lyrics

[Intro] I diznitavitches for these biznitavitches, you know what I'm sayin'? You better take a piznitavicture of mother f**in' Logic When I'm spittin' scripture, n***a [Verse 1] I'm the sickest Sigman Froyd, boy, who sees his profession As an evil means of aggression that'll leave you kids destroyed I love to feed 'em a question that deceives their perception And leads to depression by the time they leave from the session You easily threatened with a lack of self-esteem? It's cause you always see me on the M.I.C. like Kelly Green Now these jealous fiends tellin' me I'm racist and I hate the Irish Wait til I spit on a track right next to Seamus Ryan You can take the privates out my pants and try and deepthroat So far you wrap your lips around my nuts until you eat both Cause y'all chippin' like you slippin' down a ski slope In a grease soaked fleece coat bu*ted by a mean goat Each quote by hip-hop's favorite freak show Creep goes in the 'what not to do' section of police code Please don't try to fight with me like beans and cornbread I would like to see to it that you're dead And I ain't gonna rain your parade, I'll piss right on your doorstep Til the boards' spread on the door frame and the floors wet Come back to your front porch steps for one more threat And some poor schlep will get a lumped forehead [Hook] Come on Lou, this type of talk should be against the law Just gimme more, y'all sissy's are just insecure But isn't your pops an ex-cop from in the force? Man, it doesn't change the fact that I'm immature I'm in war in y'all basements, plus cellars Kickin' in your door like what's up fellas? So I doesn't have to trust selfish critics if the fans says its dope You're just jealous, f** 'em if they can't take a joke [Verse 2] I'm like a swami, they way I'm memorizin' mami's But instead of underneath, I rather have them restin' on my palm tree I'm an advocate of master resistance ba*tard stepson of Gandhi who's out to kick the a** of this business First up on the list is, the pacifist b**hes That crap in their britches when they get served up with a fist Pull the skirt up on a b**h rapper a bit faster Than a perverted Catholic pastor Well, what do you know? Look who's mad again Scribblin' raps with a Viagra pen That doesn't write just to spite the Vatican I'm an antonym for weak, I can't begin to speak On my phantom life as anti-Christ of the industry I'm out in the streets causin' confusion and mayhem And usually stay bent, PM through to the AM I got loose in my playpen and started breakin' sh** I'm your favorite kid no one wants to babysit I built a career on makin' atheists pray then hit the church pew Christians commit sins and say that it's a virtue Does that disturb you? You spaz, I'm supposed to? I'm the naughty little devil talkin' trash on your shoulder [Hook] [Verse 3] Ahhh, co*ks**er mother f**er two ball b**h You probably spank your monkey to a RuPaul flick You sick freaks, probably let your sh** squeeze in your trunks Stick your hands up in your pants and start eatin' the lumps You probably have s** with a dead cow, spread the legs out With a wide open pie-hole and dive ya head down You're as gross as spreadin' menstrual blood on toast And dumb enough to f** a fat chick in the bu*t and then boast You cretins, you f**ing cretins Indecent heathens don't deserve to be breathin' f** you and everything you stand for f** you I hope you get spanked by your landlord [Outro] b**h, you know what I'm sayin'? This is Lenard Logic aka Larry Lethargic You know what I'm sayin'? n***as know And if they don't they get f**ed quicker than gigolos dickin' hoes Pick your nose you b**hy flowed motherf**ing pussies Yeah, s** a dick