OddCouple - The Day I Was Born lyrics

Ah, so hmm let me see very interesting
(The Odd Couple)
I see your hobbies are drinking
Smoking weed and all types of ill shit

Yo bust this
I spit from the love in my heart
And trust this
Them spit's'll be up on the charts
So when it's time for the rumble to start
My subtle remarks get up in your
Head and make you crumble apart
I spit a couple of bars then MCs disappear
One rhyme is worth more than what
You gross in a fiscal year
My fist appears after two sips of
Beer and a 50 Smirnoff
Guaranteed to knock your lips and hands off
I took a placement test after two
Years of a school on a
And scored as a space cadet

I break cassettes lyrical face of death
Shot a dealer I ain't payed
Yet to erase the debt
Blazing all the cess cause I got it for free
Now every dealer on my block is
Like "You're not copping from me!"
My pops dropped in the sea like garbage man
Dropping debris
Now pro life has got a problem with me
With no diapers I'm shitting
On the hottest MCs i'm like a ghost writer
A player who's not in the league
And consequently
That means I'm over top of the trees
And watching from a chopper
Like the Compton police

Approximately, too hot for some
Black number 3 without my dick I made a
Bitch drop to her knees
Got it on lock with a key it's Logic and me
We spit the real Hip-Hop
Not what you watch on TV

I spend a long time drinking
A short time thinking, i'm just a short step
From my life-line shrinking
That's why it ain't much I
Won't say in a song
Because I started dying on the day I was born
I spend a day or two puffed-up
A day as a drunk fuck
Waiting for the day he ain't
Waking the fuck up
That's why it ain't much I
Won't say in a song
Because I started dying on the day I was born

I'm a proud scrub and admittedly
My favorite shit's waving at chicks from
The cockpit of my man's Infiniti
My holy trinity is beer sex and smokes
My Holy book contains humorous
Anecdotes and sexist jokes
A pure pervert who's more covert than CIA
Spitting prescription forms so you'll
See it my way i sleep in the day
Wake-up get weed on the way
Put the bid and press play I
Need a reason to stay i write scriptures
Developed into dark light pictures
I type vicious you bitches
Know who's my guesses

Yeah I got a slight sickness
For chicks in tight breaches
And swimmin' in 'em like vicious
So if they wish to
Seeing pictures of themselves
On my next whack turner pressing plan
They should get their chest
Enhanced or breast implants

I'm having sex with tramps
In Guess jeans pants
Puffed the freshest plants now my ex is mad
Cause, I step to 'em like
"Can I get this dance?" off to the mistress
Some wives be stressed with cramps
I'm the best in the camp
Jason from crystal lake, with a twist of fate
I don't flow I precipitate

And I initiate, and also
And watch you while you stuff the
Poison pasta in your face
Taste the botulism, disgraceful communism
We'll cum into your beer and take
The pot you piss in