(Move) Don't get accustomed to the seat you've been resting in Get up on your feet and receive the New Testament (move) For those who need a new medicine J.J. Brown's cooking up the fresh beats and Lou's lecturing [Verse 1] I'm your misguided leader, nice to meet ya Like you need to a sick high-school teacher The type you'd see under a stall on his tippy-toes Women know it's him by his nice new sneakers The scourge of the restroom, birthed from a test-tube A pervert to the rescue that purposefully gets nude To let you get a closer peek at what you can kiss The set of two rosy cheeks on which to pucker your lips (It's) The radical rascal who has to hara** you The substitute sits him in the back of the cla**room In the dunce cap pointed lid Some cats feel they were made to rap but I was born conjoined to it I have connections, moistened lips to my erections Cause I enjoy a kiss in my private section So any ladies interested in diving lessons Join the list back stage, I'm the guy undressing [Chorus] Pa** the booze to Captain Lou I'm not asking you, it's something that you have to do So let's crack a brew then act a fool Then crash until we wake up in the afternoon bent We're out to lose when the room get a knock from doing [?] Any lack of movement does not belong So when J drops the horns, they rock along And anyone going after us may not preform [Scratching] So check it out ya'll 'Ill kid, ready to wreck mics pronto" "Who will be the captain of this ship" "The listeners choice is Logic" [Verse 2] I got a song for every mood on the spectrum But Louis' best ones are like a boot in the rectum My music reflects some of the lewdest suggestions So they naked with the records to the room where they pressed them Who would contest him in an open forum He got more chicks and licks than a drunken Mormon Nobody comes before him, not when it comes to pouring Something warm in his guts until he's drunk and dormant I'm one performance from a room in a prison So tell your sons and daughters that the youth shouldn't listen When they say my music screws up your system They mean it ruins your wisdom Not the one that plays the tune when you listen Who got a more skewed view and ambition He's only wishing beautiful women a**ume the position It's a real sad comment on the human condition When you made screwin' and licks into the newest religion [Chorus] Pa** the booze to Captain Lou I'm not asking you, it's something that you have to do So let's crack a brew then act a fool Then crash until we wake up in the afternoon bent We're out to lose when the room get a knock from doing [?] Any lack of movement does not belong So when J drops the horns, they rock along And anyone going after us may not preform [Scratching] "They doing it once more" "It's now, peep my mic technique" "The captain of the ships, I make em walk the plank" Louis Logic, J.J. Brown [Verse 3] Somebody stop me or at least lock your doors Police got the force searching street blocks and forest To knock me, unlock me with the key, convict stored I'm so stuck in a hot seat my jean bottoms scorched Do not endorse the king of rotten sports Who got impure thoughts about the women on the courts He's a long shot by the scouting crop reports And got dropped because he kept spraying his jockey shorts So pa** the booze to Captain Lou I'm not asking you, I'm staggering through then snatching two Cause whenever I feel like getting mad at you I put a smack into your ego till it's black and blue I'm acting rude on a beat like I own it With an attitude like I'm the chief I know this Half of you just wanna be like the dopest It won't happen dude, put that in your peace pipe and smoke it [Voicemail Message]