OddCouple - Beat Your Ass lyrics

Yo, uh, yeah, yeah, yo
Everybody want to test me especially
The emcees against me
The rest be the critics and
The bitches that stress me
Catch me smoking whet leaves with the sensi
Unless we drinking Hennessy mixed with Pepsi
If you ready, then bring it son
Like Bruce I'm swinging son
And I'm a beat your ass
From here to kingdom come
And just when you think it's done
The Abbott'll bring a drum
And knock you off the stage
That you singing from
'Cause when I'm drinking rum
Anything can happen
I'll dis you when I'm rapping
Hit your bitch in the back end
Pull out, come in her face and put it back in
Jay Love up in the place
Let's get it cracking
Smacking foes with masterful faster flows
Smash your nose
Leave your ass in a casket closed
At last, it goes: we be harassing hoes
Puff hash and dro and
Beat everyone's ass opposed?

If you see me at my in-store and
Tell me that some other rapper drinks more
If you dis us in a write-up
And we see you in a nightclub
If you pussies on the internet are
Bitching that our album isn't finished yet
If I'm trying to get my knob slobbed
And you step in and cock block

If y'all piss me off
I got a prescription for
A horse steroid called Wisterol
I live to brawl
And I ain't even fighting fair
I'll kick your balls like bitchy broads
'Til my Nike Airs are ripped and worn
I'm like Mickey Rourke after a six or more
And bar flies starting bar
Fights and whiskey wars
The immature kid that swore 'til
His lips were sore
Even sticks and stones, this is for sure
Don't leave your chicks alone
Cause, I ain't just a fighter
I'm a lover too
A fascist Casanova, passing over ugly shrews
Jay Love and Lou
Do not attempt to adjust your tubes
We're as booze drenched and drunk as you
We stumble through like a one legged man
With his stump removed
Drunk and doing one minute keg stands
Unfinished eggs can't crack the way
Your heads got to we'll beat your ass like a
Pair of angry stepfathers

If you invite me to smoke then
Go and light up a roach lL: Yo
If ya mom don't get her tired ass off my lawn
If you're a bouncer asshole trying ta
Take my drink after last call
If you're a chick giving me head and
You let my babies drip on the bed

This takes us back to high school
I'm a have to beat your ass before class
And then I'll take your geek's hall pass
If the fake police walk past
I'll dip in the bathroom don't laugh dude
I'm coming back and ripping yo ass soon

At last Lou
I'll pass through to share this last brew
And ask who wants to get served quick
Like fast food
I snuffed a rent-a-cop who said he
Caught the scent of pot
I said it was the stench of
Twat from a dirty freshman's box

This chick needs to bless the
Crotch with the salt and vinegar
Before we finish her
Because the scent is sort of sinister
Or I'm a call a minister to do an exorcism
Cause it smells like something died
Inside her screwing mechanism

Douche that wretched kitten
You sewage infested pigeon cause, ew
That scent is kicking like
Two Mexicans fishing
Yo Lou, go get the izm 'cause I need to puff
Cause, I'll beat the fuck out of
Everyone if I ain't weeded up

If you crude sluts don't clean
Your mouth out with a toothbrush jL: Yo
If you're running your mouth about
Me fucking your spouse
If you want to talk trash
Then I'll smack your ass you lil' slut
Girl, if you front about your age and
They dump me in a cage
If you're a hussy who won't
Try to give up her pussy

You know what I'm saying? You
Slut bag slore of a whore!
If you're a chick that I'm dating
Sucking my dick and scraping

I think that's enough shit
Talking for one night alright, sweaty
(King:) I hereby proclaim that from now on
Nothing that starts with the letter P
Will be allowed in my kingdom

But sire, sire, what about the palace?
Where else shall we live?
My lord, what about my porno?
No "Por Que"? No "Pimp Shit"?
No Playboy? No Phonograph?
Thank you, your highness!
That means there will be no prosecutors
No prisons, and best of all, no police!
But Sir Hoster, that also will mean
There'll be no pushing perico
But his magnificense, no peyote?
No papers? No Phillies? No poppy? No pot?
My pills! My pills! No poetry?
What about the peasants, sire?
My lord, no prostitutes?
No prostitutes! No prostitutes!
His kingship, no prostitutes!

No prostitutes! What? No pussy?
(King:) I hereby declare, that from now on
Uh this is a royal change of mind
That's what this is
From now on, everything that begins with P
Is welcome in the kingdom
Pussy! Porno's back baby!