Odd Couple - The Day I Was Born lyrics

[Intro] Ah, so hmm... let me see... Very interesting (The Odd Couple!) I see your hobbies are drinking, smoking weed and all types of ill sh** [Jay Love] Yo bust this, I spit from the love in my heart And trust this, them spits'll be up on the charts So when it's time for the rumble to start My subtle remarks get up in your head and make you crumble apart I spit a couple of bars then MCs disappear One rhyme is worth more than what you gross in a fiscal year My fist appears after two sips of beer and a 50 Smirnoff Guaranteed to knock your lips and hands off I took a placement test after two years of a school on a [?] And scored as a space cadet [Louis Logic] I break ca**ettes lyrical face of d**h Shot a dealer I ain't payed yet to erase the debt Blazing all the cess cause I got it for free Now every dealer on my block is like "You're not copping from me!" My pops dropped in the sea like garbage man, dropping debris Now pro life has got a problem with me With no diapers I'm sh**ting on the hottest MCs I'm like a ghost writer A player who's not in the league And consequently, that means I'm over top of the trees And watching from a chopper like the Compton police [Jay Love] Approximately, too hot for some black number 3 Without my dick I made a b**h drop to her knees Got it on lock with a key It's Logic and me We spit the real hip-hop Not what you watch on TV [Hook] I spend a long time drinking, a short time thinking, I'm just a short step from my life-line shrinking That's why it ain't much I won't say in a song, because I started dying on the day I was born I spend a day or two puffed-up, a day as a drunk f**, waiting for the day he ain't waking the f** up That's why it ain't much I won't say in a song, because I started dying on the day I was born [Jay Love] I'm a proud scrub and admittedly My favorite sh**'s waving at chicks from the co*kpit of my man's Infiniti My holy trinity is beer s** and smokes My Holy book contains humorous anecdotes and s**ist jokes A pure pervert who's more covert than CIA Spitting prescription forms so you'll see it my way I sleep in the day Wake-up get weed on the way Put the bid and press play I need a reason to stay I write scriptures, developed into dark light pictures I type vicious you b**hes know who's my guesses [Louis Logic] Yeah I got a slight sickness for chicks in tight breaches And swimmin' in 'em like vicious So if they wish to seeing pictures of themselves on my next whack turner pressing plan They should get their chest enhanced or breast implants [Jay Love] I'm having s** with tramps in Guess jeans pants Puffed the freshest plants now my ex is mad Cause I step to 'em like "Can I get this dance ?" Off to the mistress, some wives be stressed with cramps I'm the best in the camp Jason from crystal lake, with a twist of fate I don't flow I precipitate [Louis Logic] And I initiate, and also [?], and watch you while you stuff the poison pasta in your face Taste the botulism, disgraceful communism, we'll cum into your beer and take the pot you piss in [Hook x2]