Lyrics: Louis Logic. Blame It On The Hooch. Over The Cuckoo' Nest.

Yeeeaah, yo, YO!

This is motherfucking Louis Logic
and I got my nigga Rude 1 on the boards, aight?
'bout to make shit hot in the house for the psy-chos

Yo;

It's your favourite talk show host
with thoughts so close to disturbed
most of my words are cheap shots that no one deserves
so when the beat drops, so do the skirts and girls in knee socks
'priest locked the doors and had to close up the church
my nigga Rude says: "Blow up you jerk, you're like a child going berserk
without his ritalin for quite a while"
I just left from the hospital without a prescription
a lousy condition, now they're freaking out cause im missin'
bound for suspicion, fleein' in my hospital gown
with cops all around, I'll stop for a round
Logic's in town- drop your drawers baybayyy
*you're craaazay!!*
But I love breaking the law, that's why the local courts hate me
I'm like a pugilist, prone to moodiness
instead of using words to talk I'd rather use my fist
I'll black and blue your lips until it's swellin' up your cake hole
if someone's offered logics album, tell 'em just to say no
'Cause it's addcitive as six hits of dope
mixed with dro after youve been sniffin' coke
You pussy motherfuckers need to fix your flow
like the pills they use for kid control, now niggaz know

ladiiiesss
honk your horn if you're in love with a psy-cho
who might go out on the prowl, rockin' a night robe
just say you love me, 'cause im a nutcase
and you can spend our honeymoon wrapped up in duct tape
fellaas
suck my dick if you don't love all my rap songs
I'll hunt you down in a black thong with an axe drawn
this cat's gone right over the cuckoo's nest,
and I ain't comin' back with any scruples left

So what's that sayin' about death and taxes?
it's the same with logic because it's guaranteed my record's fattest
Forget your movie set dramatics cause I'll catch you bastards and I'll dead
your status like a pregnant actress
whatever happens, i'm set for action like a movie director
so kiss my sweaty ass when it comes through the projector
the only role I play, is the booty inspector
a nudist aggressor in nike shoes with reflectors
Two thumbs up, when Lou comes up
for the huge drunk lush who likes to chew punks up
and if you want smut, you bet your ass I can deal in dirt
peel the skirt off your sister while you get your feelin's hurt
This ain't the time to be a cry baby
Why hate me? because I'm swimming in fly ladies?
If I take three days to write one verse,
it's only cause I ate your sisters slit till my tongue hurts
*this guys some jerk*
Nah I'm just a fight starter
who woke up in a funk like I used my right guard up
Shit, you ain't lookin' for a wife are ya? (naa)
I know your steeze bitch, you probably got a life partner

ladiiiesss
honk your horn if you're in love with a psy-cho
who might go out on the prowl, rockin' a night robe
just say you love me, 'cause im a nutcase
and you can spend our honeymoon wrapped up in duct tape
fellaas
suck my dick if you don't love all my rap songs
I'll hunt you down in a black thong with an axe drawn
this cat's gone right over the cuckoo's nest,
and I ain't comin' back with any scruples left

COOCOOOOOO, COOCOOOOOO

Uhh, yeah yeah
I forgot my fuckin' medication today
...it's gonna be a long one
niggaz gettin' in my way-
I tell ya what dude
im creepin' up on you in a pair of leopard skin undies
know what im sayin'?
and I got a big fat fuckin' machete with your name all over it
I'm 'bout to put that shit to your neck and sliiicee
and make a big fat smiley face
a smiley face, you know what im sayin'?
Rude 1 motherfucker
Louis Logic
Chiii-cago
and New York connect
you know what I'm sayin'?
...show respect, yo