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[Intro]: |
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"Very important" |
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What? What? Yo, Louis fuckin' Logic. (Celph Titled) |
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[Verse One] [Louis Logic] |
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If this was a live show I'd probably get dragged from the stage |
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Handcuffed and caged for cursin' and spittin' at 5-0 |
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I'm on a mission to find folks to victimize |
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Sadomasochists wishin' to die slow listen to my flows |
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The torturous |
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I'll see to it you're finished |
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Leave your unfortunate seeds in an orphanage |
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Even if your image dictates |
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You love the way a dick tastes |
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You'll get tossed from a big stage |
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Put your hands down dick face |
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I didn't tell you to raise them |
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I started underground and then I fell through the basement |
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Misplaced soul like I had to sell it to Satan |
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And amidst the hellish arrangement tried to tell him to change it |
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So make irrelevant statements, say that you sell your tape |
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And say that your 12" played on your favorite well listened station |
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I'm waitin' for celebratin' your folded career over a beer |
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I know where you live, wake up and smell the fragrance |
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[Chorus] [Louis Logic] (Celph Titled) |
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Heathenous (Cretinous) |
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Reasonless (Savages) |
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Treasonous activists |
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(Greedy and ravenous) |
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We face off (Wage war) |
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And beat up on pacifists |
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(He's the compassionless) |
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And he's the antagonist |
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Diabolos! |
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[Verse Two] [Celph Titled] |
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Yo, who the fuck else you know |
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That'll run up on your block strip |
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Like an insane Christopher Columbus and start conquering shit |
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Celph Titled's that nigga, and he ain't playin' dog |
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I thought I told you that we blazin' niggas 'till they skin fall off |
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Roll out the red carpet and make you blend in with it |
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And that place that you were born from |
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I've been up in it |
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Masterpiece verses everything that I've done dope |
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Fuck puffin' on cigars, I'll blow donut holes with gun smoke |
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I don't want your demo, rappers, we extort 'em |
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You ain't goin' platinum nigga, you gon' be postmortem |
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Slice the throats of your whole clique till my palms hurt |
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And it'll be more rednecks than a Willie Nelson concert |
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Better believe me motherfucker we ain't nice thugs |
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We know the real and pull your card like fake I.D.'s at nightclubs |
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Lift up that skirt and see just what type of guy you are |
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Throw you off the fuckin' roof and see just how fly you are |
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[Chorus] [Louis Logic] (Celph Titled) |
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Heathenous (Cretinous) |
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Reasonless (Savages) |
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Treasonous activists |
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(Greedy and ravenous) |
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We face off (Wage war) |
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And beat up on pacifists |
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(He's the compassionless) |
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And he's the antagonist |
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Diabolos! |
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[Verse Three] [Louis Logic] |
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I should never be fooled with |
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My devilish music will put a spell on you stupid |
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Whoever you're cool with will forever be losers |
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I'll hit you so hard your kids will inherit the bruises |
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Malevolent mood shifts attached to Satan |
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And a sick fascination with Patrick Bateman |
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Then disguise the crimes from the pigs at the station |
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They missed that arraignment cause I slipped past probation |
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[Celph Titled] |
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And ain't shit changed Lou, we two of the fuckin' illest niggas |
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The type of cats that'll randomly murder serial killers |
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I'm an angry person that'll hang you from a dangling curtain |
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For certain I'm like Satan lurkin' through paintings and serpents |
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An ill contortionist, twist your body and crack limbs |
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And you can see what it's like to walk forward but face backwards |
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My dick get hard when I pull the rifle and spray shots |
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And leave your whole crew shakin' worse than Michael J. Fox |
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[Chorus] [Louis Logic] (Celph Titled) |
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Heathenous (Cretinous) |
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Reasonless (Savages) |
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Treasonous activists |
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(Greedy and ravenous) |
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We face off (Wage war) |
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And beat up on pacifists |
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(He's the compassionless) |
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And he's the antagonist |
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Diabolos! |
