Louis Logic - Fuck 'Em lyrics

I diznitavitches for these biznitavitches
You know what I'm sayin'?
You better take a piznitavicture
Of mother fuckin' Logic
When I'm spittin' scripture, nigga

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 MIC 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
Butted 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

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 it's dope
You're just jealous
Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

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
Bastard stepson of Gandhi who's out to
Kick the ass of this business
First up on the list is, the pacifist bitches
That crap in their britches when they
Get served up with a fist
Pull the skirt up on a
Bitch 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' shit
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

Ahhh, cocksucker mother fucker two ball bitch
You probably spank your monkey
To a RuPaul flick you sick freaks
Probably let your shit squeeze in your trunks
Stick your hands up in your pants
And start eatin' the lumps
You probably have sex 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 fuck a fat chick
In the butt and then boast
You cretins, you fucking cretins
Indecent heathens don't deserve
To be breathin'
Fuck you and everything you stand for
Fuck you I hope you get
Spanked by your landlord

Bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
This is Lenard Logic aka Larry Lethargic
You know what I'm sayin'? Niggas know
And if they don't they get fucked
Quicker than gigolos dickin' hoes
Pick your nose you bitchy
Flowed motherfucking pussies
Yeah, suck a dick