Beat Your Ass - Louis Logic, Jay Love, Odd Couple

Everybody want to test me especially the emcees against me

The rest be the critics and the bitches that stress me

Catch me smoking whet leaves with the sensi

Unless we drinking Hennessy mixed with Pepsi

If you ready, then bring it son, like Bruce I’m swinging son

And I’m a beat your ass from here to kingdom come

And just when you think it’s done, the Abbott’ll bring a drum

And knock you off the stage that you singing from

'Cause when I’m drinking rum, anything can happen

I’ll dis you when I’m rapping, hit your bitch in the back end

Pull out, come in her face and put it back in

Jay Love up in the place, let’s get it cracking

Smacking foes with masterful faster flows

Smash your nose, leave your ass in a casket closed

At last, it goes: we be harassing hoes

Puff hash and dro and beat everyone’s ass

LL: If you see me at my in-store and tell me that some other rapper drinks more

JL: If you dis us in a write-up and we see you in a nightclub

LL: If you pussies on the internet are bitching that our album isn’t finished

yet

JL: If I’m trying to get my knob slobbed and you step in and cock block

If y’all piss me off, I got a prescription for

A horse steroid called Wisterol

I live to brawl, and I ain’t even fighting fair

I’ll kick your balls like bitchy broads

'Til my Nike Airs are ripped and worn

I’m like Mickey Rourke after a six or more

And bar flies starting bar fights and whiskey wars

The immature kid that swore 'til his lips were sore

Even sticks and stones, this is for sure

Don’t leave your chicks alone

Cause I ain’t just a fighter, I’m a lover too

A fascist Casanova, passing over ugly shrews

Jay Love and Lou, do not attempt to adjust your tubes

We’re as booze drenched and drunk as you

We stumble through like a one legged man

With his stump removed, drunk and doing one minute keg stands

Unfinished eggs can’t crack the way your heads got to

We’ll beat your ass like a pair of angry stepfathers

JL: If you invite me to smoke then go and light up a roach

LL: Yo, if ya mom don’t get her tired ass off my lawn

JL: If you’re a bouncer asshole trying ta take my drink after last call

LL: If you’re a chick giving me head and you let my babies drip on the bed

LL: This takes us back to high school

I’m a have to beat your ass before class

And then I’ll take your geek’s hall pass

If the fake police walk past, I’ll dip in the bathroom

Don’t laugh dude, I’m coming back and ripping yo ass soon

JL: At last Lou, I’ll pass through to share this last brew

And ask who wants to get served quick, like fast food

I snuffed a rent-a-cop who said he caught the scent of pot

I said it was the stench of twat from a dirty freshman’s box

LL: This chick needs to bless the crotch with the salt and vinegar

Before we finish her, because the scent is sort of sinister

Or I’m a call a minister to do an exorcism

Cause it smells like something died inside her screwing mechanism

JL: Douche that wretched kitten you sewage infested pigeon

Cause, ew, that scent is kicking like two Mexicans fishing

Yo Lou, go get the izm 'cause I need to puff

Cause I’ll beat the fuck out of everyone if I ain’t weeded up

LL: If you crude sluts don’t clean your mouth out with a toothbrush

JL: Yo, if you’re running your mouth about me fucking your spouse

LL: If you want to talk trash, then I’ll smack your ass you lil' slut

JL: Girl, if you front about your age and they dump me in a cage

LL: If you’re a hussy who won’t try to give up her pussy

LL: You know what I’m saying?

You slut bag slore of a whore!

JL: If you’re a chick that I’m dating, sucking my dick and scraping

LL: I think that’s enough shit talking for one night

Alright, sweaty

(King:) I hereby proclaim that from now on

Nothing that starts with the letter P

Will be allowed in my kingdom

But sire, sire, what about the palace?

Where else shall we live?

My lord, what about my porno?

No «Por Que»?

No «Pimp Shit»?

No Playboy?

No Phonograph?

Thank you, your highness!

That means there will be no prosecutors

No prisons, and best of all, no police!

But Sir Hoster, that also will mean

There’ll be no pushing perico

But his magnificense, no peyote?

No papers?

No Phillies?

No poppy?

No pot?

My pills!

My pills!

No poetry?

What about the peasants, sire?

My lord, no prostitutes?

No prostitutes!

No prostitutes!

His kingship, no prostitutes!!!

NO PROSTITUTES!!!

What?

No pussy?

(King:) I hereby declare, that from now on, uh

This is a royal change of mind, that’s what this is

From now on, everything that begins with P

Is welcome in the kingdom

Pussy!

Porno’s back baby!