Captain Lou El Wino - Louis Logic

Don’t get accustomed to the seat you’ve been resting in

Get up on your feet and receive the New Testament

(move)

For those who need a new medicine

J.J.

Brown’s cooking up the fresh beats and Lou’s lecturing

I’m your misguided leader, nice to meet ya

Like you need to a sick high-school teacher

The type you’d see under a stall on his tippy-toes

Women know it’s him by his nice new sneakers

The scourge of the restroom, birthed from a test-tube

A pervert to the rescue that purposefully gets nude

To let you get a closer peek at what you can kiss

The set of two rosy cheeks on which to pucker your lips (It's)

The radical rascal who has to harass you

The substitute sits him in the back of the classroom

In the dunce cap pointed lid

Some cats feel they were made to rap but I was born conjoined to it

I have connections, moistened lips to my erections

Cause I enjoy a kiss in my private section

So any ladies interested in diving lessons

Join the list back stage, I’m the guy undressing

Pass the booze to Captain Lou

I’m not asking you, it’s something that you have to do

So let’s crack a brew then act a fool

Then crash until we wake up in the afternoon bent

We’re out to lose when the room get a knock from doing

Any lack of movement does not belong

So when J drops the horns, they rock along

And anyone going after us may not preform

So check it out ya’ll

'Ill kid, ready to wreck mics pronto"

«Who will be the captain of this ship»

«The listeners choice is Logic»

I got a song for every mood on the spectrum

But Louis' best ones are like a boot in the rectum

My music reflects some of the lewdest suggestions

So they naked with the records to the room where they pressed them

Who would contest him in an open forum

He got more chicks and licks than a drunken Mormon

Nobody comes before him, not when it comes to pouring

Something warm in his guts until he’s drunk and dormant

I’m one performance from a room in a prison

So tell your sons and daughters that the youth shouldn’t listen

When they say my music screws up your system

They mean it ruins your wisdom

Not the one that plays the tune when you listen

Who got a more skewed view and ambition

He’s only wishing beautiful women assume the position

It’s a real sad comment on the human condition

When you made screwin' and licks into the newest religion

Pass the booze to Captain Lou

I’m not asking you, it’s something that you have to do

So let’s crack a brew then act a fool

Then crash until we wake up in the afternoon bent

We’re out to lose when the room get a knock from doing

Any lack of movement does not belong

So when J drops the horns, they rock along

And anyone going after us may not preform

«They doing it once more»

«It's now, peep my mic technique»

«The captain of the ships, I make em walk the plank»

Louis Logic, J.J.

Brown

Somebody stop me or at least lock your doors

Police got the force searching street blocks and forest

To knock me, unlock me with the key, convict stored

I’m so stuck in a hot seat my jean bottoms scorched

Do not endorse the king of rotten sports

Who got impure thoughts about the women on the courts

He’s a long shot by the scouting crop reports

And got dropped because he kept spraying his jockey shorts

So pass the booze to Captain Lou

I’m not asking you, I’m staggering through then snatching two

Cause whenever I feel like getting mad at you

I put a smack into your ego till it’s black and blue

I’m acting rude on a beat like I own it

With an attitude like I’m the chief I know this

Half of you just wanna be like the dopest

It won’t happen dude, put that in your peace pipe and smoke it