Louis Logic - Classy McNasty lyrics
[Louis Logic - Classy 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 bitch
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 slut who gushed
Rum from her tit's (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 classy
He's the nasty
Together we make an unstoppable tag team
Vaccines, serums, drugs 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 skillet it's
Chilling on my breakfast plate (M-m-m-m)
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 drugs he uses
But the same sucker 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 shit 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 classy
He's the nasty
Together we make an unstoppable tag team
Vaccines, serums, drugs 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 mischievous 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 classy
He's the nasty
Together we make an unstoppable tag team
Vaccines, serums, drugs to pills (Pills)
Ain't nothing can cure'em 'cause
They much too ill (Ill, ill)
(Like this) he's the classy he's the nasty
Together we make an unstoppable tag team
Vaccines, serums, drugs to pills (Pills)
Ain't nothing can cure'em 'cause
They much too ill (Much too ill)
(Five G muthafucka)
(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 bitch
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 slut who gushed
Rum from her tit's (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 classy
He's the nasty
Together we make an unstoppable tag team
Vaccines, serums, drugs 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 skillet it's
Chilling on my breakfast plate (M-m-m-m)
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 drugs he uses
But the same sucker 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 shit 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 classy
He's the nasty
Together we make an unstoppable tag team
Vaccines, serums, drugs 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 mischievous 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 classy
He's the nasty
Together we make an unstoppable tag team
Vaccines, serums, drugs to pills (Pills)
Ain't nothing can cure'em 'cause
They much too ill (Ill, ill)
(Like this) he's the classy he's the nasty
Together we make an unstoppable tag team
Vaccines, serums, drugs to pills (Pills)
Ain't nothing can cure'em 'cause
They much too ill (Much too ill)
(Five G muthafucka)