Classy Mcnasty - Louis Logic

My mom says I’m a son of a bitch

But I just have to laugh, 'cause I’m one of her kids.

(Ha ha!)

With every rhyme I deliver she cries me a river

So I try to consider it water under the bridge.

(Sorry)

When times are rough the tough run to the fridge

Looking for something to swig that’ll comfort the itch.

(*inhale* Ahhh)

It’s a cool kind of love that makes me want to get hitched

To a two-timing slut who gushed rum from her tits.

(Mama! Ha ha ha)

Some of the scripts I commit to record

Or misdirected and wrong as a kid corrected.

(Woooo!)

I interjected my sick perspective

And kids just stepped in hoping to get infected

(And it goes like this)

He’s the classy

He’s the nasty

Together we make an unstoppable tag team

Vaccines, serums, drugs to pills (Pills)

Ain’t nothing can cure’em 'cause they much too ill.

(Ill, ill)

Keskasay trying to mess with J

When he presses play our new record wrecks your day.

(Yup)

So let’s just say that your head’s an egg

It’s not in a skillet it’s chilling on my breakfast plate.

(Mmmm)

I’m like one of those children who gets his way

Throwing a tantrum, except I make those into anthems.

(Ha ha!)

Your lady friends know where to go when they’re dancing (Yup!)

They attend my shows, 'cause they’re so into handsome.

(What's up?)

Poet or Manson, take your pick

I could either hold her for ransom or save the chick (Let's go!)

And I don’t roll with a handgun or blade or stick

When I tie both of her hands up it’s great for kicks.

(Ahh, come here)

Some say it’s sick, all the drugs he uses

But the same sucker muses on how much he bruises, like (Hmmmm)

What’s with Louis is he nuts or foolish?

We got one thing in common, we both love my music.

(That shit is great)

Besides I’m too sick and disconnected

To get corrected by medicine or fixed by medics.

(Yeah)

It’s pathetic how when someone picks my record

From the shelf they just can’t help but get infected

(And it goes like this)

He’s the classy

He’s the nasty

Together we make an unstoppable tag team

Vaccines, serums, drugs to pills (Pills)

Ain’t nothing can cure’em 'cause they much too ill.

(Ill, ill)

Give me a chance and a bigger advance

I’ll make album so dope they ship it in bags (That's right)

Whose mischievous rants are sort of like a hypnotist’s chants

Putting school kids in a trance.

(Ohhh)

Man I got plans for the drought in chain stores

'Cause nothing comes out worth paying for.

(Uh-uh)

But my mouth creates clouds for casting a brainstorm

And all these other rappers get rained on.

(Look out, look out)

Shame on the chaps who were resting in the stands

While the front row dap’s connecting with my hand.

(Yo-ho!)

Don’t get so mad 'cause we’re the freshest in the land

And your best don’t last like impressions in the sand.

(Fresh!)

I’m in demand 'cause I flow like tear glands

And just can’t stop being approached by weird fans.

(Ha, what the f-)

You know the story, they want to open for me

So I told the shorty only if you mean by beer cans.

(Pssss!)

My career can’t be disconnected

By kids on message boards trying to diss my record.

(Nope)

Skip regret, I’m unsympathetic

'Cause kids that catch this cannot be disinfected

(So now it’s more like this)

He’s the classy

He’s the nasty

Together we make an unstoppable tag team

Vaccines, serums, drugs to pills (Pills)

Ain’t nothing can cure’em 'cause they much too ill.

(Ill, ill)

(Like this)

He’s the classy

He’s the nasty

Together we make an unstoppable tag team

Vaccines, serums, drugs to pills (Pills)

Ain’t nothing can cure’em 'cause they much too ill.

(Much too ill)

(Five G muthafucka!)