OddCouple - Old Rasputin lyrics

I love my prostitutes
Pussy, pussy, glorious pussy
I've got my prostitutes back
Here ye, here ye, all rise

Don't get your head on the
Cutting block for treason
Against the royal fam'
Because it's chopping season
On the disloyal man we study under lit oil
Lamps through the archive
Deciding who's on our side
Like a new apartheid
The czar died and passed down
The keys to the fortress
And the secret, of course
Which releases the draw bridge
We even got a militia of devious forces
Who feed weed to their horses and
Lead 'em where war is
Of course it's the rulers, Jay Love and Louis
Don't say nothing to us
We make punks look foolish
It takes tons of fools to
Straight up amuse us
Wake up you losers, you ain't nothing to us
We're rock star czars, we're locked on wars
With vodka to the top up inside our jaws?
Hooligan morons with a collection
Full of hood ornaments
We snatched off of cop cars parked
We got odd bars that's private
Cars with drivers and chicks who lick the
Stick with slip-on saliva
And ever since we was born
In diapers we been called
"Your Highness" and served alcohol as minors
Y'all can find us
In the land where the pimps
With a full harem of chicks who
Take care of our dicks
? who pillage with a terrible fist
So all the other villagers
Are scared to resist, bitch

Fe fi fo and a bottle of rum
The Odd Couple don't stop 'till
The bottle is done
Move your feet to the beat
And march to the drums
We're the kings of this rap shit
Majority one
We target the market, make a profit and run
And shot kids in the
Process with dominant tongues
Solicit explicit content for fun
And stay spitting like we're
Obnoxious and drunk

Wake up the horses it's time
To take them to night
You can't challenge the king
Lying naked with your wife
Even if your aching to fight
Swallow your pride and follow the Gods with
Heineken bottles the size
Of comets that fly
Fizz out and drop from the sky
Like these two superheros with
Their goggles for eyes?
Jay Love and Louie Logic
The kings of the castle
Bring it to battle and stone you
Till you sink in the gravel
I'll swing and attack you if
You challenge my reign
Then cut you up and bag you
Like an ounce of cocaine
No name motherfuckers without noble descent
Get thrown over the fence and
Choked up with no-good intent
This is a social event for
My minions to witness
So they don't get opinions
And interfere with business
My interests protected, riches invested
And bitches in the kitchen
Dishing up breakfast

Listen, the checklist is written extensive
From licks to a plethora of
Bitches to have sex with
Chick that striptease like Demi in a scene
Got baders and rosebeers like semi in a kime?
Many enemy is tortured when we blazing hash
And made into court jesters to make us laugh
Now raise your glass and toast to the livest
Rulers of this rhyme shit
I'm out, signing off as Your Highness