Louis Logic - Cla**y McNasty lyrics

(Uh-huh, c'mon) (Yeah) (Nah, don't hold me back yo) (No, don't do it to him Lou!) (Don't hold me back J) (Don't do it brother!) (I got this) (Aight) (Yo) (Show 'em) I make theme music that may seem foolish (Uh-huh) I'm a little bit Jerry and a little Jerry Lee Lewis. (Uh) That's part idiot and part musicianship (Yeah) I mastermind half the time, the rest of me is clueless. (Uh) You'll never see Louis taken a dive Unless my head's between a woman's legs, tasting her thighs (Ooo!) With my face in her pie, like I'm in a contest waving goodbye (Bye bye!) While I'm disappearing into her prom dress. (Yup) My mom says I'm a son of a b**h But I just have to laugh, 'cause I'm one of her kids. (Ha ha!) With every rhyme I deliver she cries me a river So I try to consider it water under the bridge. (Sorry) When times are rough the tough run to the fridge Looking for something to swig that'll comfort the itch. (*inhale* Ahhh) It's a cool kind of love that makes me want to get hitched To a two-timing s*ut who gushed rum from her tits. (Mama! Ha ha ha) Some of the scripts I commit to record Or misdirected and wrong as a kid corrected. (Woooo!) I interjected my sick perspective And kids just stepped in hoping to get infected. (And it goes like this) He's the cla**y He's the nasty Together we make an unstoppable tag team. Vaccines, serums, d** to pills (Pills) Ain't nothing can cure'em 'cause they much too ill. (Ill, ill) Keskasay trying to mess with J When he presses play our new record wrecks your day. (Yup) So let's just say that your head's an egg, It's not in a sk**et it's chilling on my breakfast plate. (Mmmm) I'm like one of those children who gets his way Throwing a tantrum, except I make those into anthems. (Ha ha!) Your lady friends know where to go when they're dancing (Yup!) They attend my shows, 'cause they're so into handsome. (What's up?) Poet or Manson, take your pick I could either hold her for ransom or save the chick (Let's go!) And I don't roll with a handgun or blade or stick When I tie both of her hands up it's great for kicks. (Ahh, come here) Some say it's sick, all the d** he uses But the same s**er muses on how much he bruises, like (Hmmmm) What's with Louis is he nuts or foolish? We got one thing in common, we both love my music. (That sh** is great) Besides I'm too sick and disconnected To get corrected by medicine or fixed by medics. (Yeah) It's pathetic how when someone picks my record From the shelf they just can't help but get infected. (And it goes like this) He's the cla**y He's the nasty Together we make an unstoppable tag team. Vaccines, serums, d** to pills (Pills) Ain't nothing can cure'em 'cause they much too ill. (Ill, ill) Give me a chance and a bigger advance I'll make album so dope they ship it in bags (That's right) Whose mischievious rants are sort of like a hypnotist's chants Putting school kids in a trance. (Ohhh) Man I got plans for the drought in chain stores 'Cause nothing comes out worth paying for. (Uh-uh) But my mouth creates clouds for casting a brainstorm And all these other rappers get rained on. (Look out, look out) Shame on the chaps who were resting in the stands While the front row dap's connecting with my hand. (Yo-ho!) Don't get so mad 'cause we're the freshest in the land And your best don't last like impressions in the sand. (Fresh!) I'm in demand 'cause I flow like tear glands And just can't stop being approached by weird fans. (Ha, what the f-) You know the story, they want to open for me So I told the shorty only if you mean by beer cans. (Pssss!) My career can't be disconnected By kids on message boards trying to diss my record. (Nope) Skip regret, I'm unsympathetic 'Cause kids that catch this cannot be disinfected. (So now it's more like this) He's the cla**y He's the nasty Together we make an unstoppable tag team. Vaccines, serums, d** to pills (Pills) Ain't nothing can cure'em 'cause they much too ill. (Ill, ill) (Like this) He's the cla**y He's the nasty Together we make an unstoppable tag team. Vaccines, serums, d** to pills (Pills) Ain't nothing can cure'em 'cause they much too ill. (Much too ill) (Five G muthaf**a!) *Lyrics transcribed by ShadyLogic*