Disgusting

Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex

Bust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex

The life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing our pawns

Boy, the seconds it’s on – don’t know where we going

I’m flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn

Just had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb

That last line made no sense like these rappers’ careers

But I make dollars, cause I’m all about the fiscal year

Yeah; you don’t like me? I’ll conjure up and summon all your fears

You wanna fight me? I’ll woop my own ass before you get here

Wanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck?

Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck

You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs

Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes

In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I’s and cross my T’s

I’m a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this

It’s hip-hop, not to be taken literally

However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary

My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect

Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck

Fuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time

Sike- I’m not that much of a dick when I rhyme

On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex

Slaughter MC’s then ask who’s next…

Ey yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now

Priceless flow so even If I write it’s still a freestyle

Never busting gats I ain’t no gangster put that heat down

Then go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now

I got that A plus flow I’m on a roll bitch I can’t fail

Making money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell

Raise hell, like I’m Satan’s daddy while you in here

Catch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati

With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly

With the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me

It’s a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap

We spittin’ crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world

Reppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world

Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl

So sick I hope I don’t hurl, if you love me let me go girl

Cause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl

Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed

Rattpack be my family, I fuck with y’all no incest

Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up

Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up

I ain’t all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff

Cause krispie crazy bout’ the cream, you could say I’m doughnuts

I murdered my manager Chris last night

We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn’t like

I said okay…then punched him in the face with a butcher knife

I want more like Ashton Kutcher’s wife

Now can you feel it? They won't

Gimme what I want, so fuck it I’ma steal it

I’ll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you

Yeah that’s what I said – huh, and bitch I did it

We all have thoughts like this; I’m just willing to admit it

I would never act upon these thoughts now, don’t you get it?

It’s like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, “I’d hit it!”

But he never says it; I’ll dump your body in a dessert

It’s the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath

Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch

Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch

That’s life, what can I say? I’m a cereal killer, venereal dealer

And yes you know they ain’t none other iller

It’s Logic