Song | Classy McNasty |
Artist | Louis Logic |
Album | Misery Loves Comedy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dorley | |
(Uh-huh, c'mon) (Yeah) | |
(Nah, don't hold me back yo) (No, don't do it to him Lou!) | |
(Don't hold me back J) (Don't do it brother!) | |
(I got this) (Aight) | |
(Yo) (Show 'em) | |
I make theme music that may seem foolish (Uh-huh) | |
I'm a little bit Jerry and a little Jerry Lee Lewis. (Uh) | |
That's part idiot and part musician*****p (Yeah) | |
I mastermind half the time, the rest of me is clueless. (Uh) | |
You'll never see Louis taken a dive | |
Unless my head's between a woman's legs, tasting her thighs (Ooo!) | |
With my face in her pie, like I'm in a contest waving goodbye (Bye bye!) | |
While I'm disappearing into her prom dress. (Yup) | |
My mom says I'm a son of a ***** | |
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 *****. (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 *****t 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 **** they *****p it in bags (That's right) | |
Whose mischievious 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 mutha****a!) |
zuo qu : Dorley | |
Uhhuh, c' mon Yeah | |
Nah, don' t hold me back yo No, don' t do it to him Lou! | |
Don' t hold me back J Don' t do it brother! | |
I got this Aight | |
Yo Show ' em | |
I make theme music that may seem foolish Uhhuh | |
I' m a little bit Jerry and a little Jerry Lee Lewis. Uh | |
That' s part idiot and part musician p Yeah | |
I mastermind half the time, the rest of me is clueless. Uh | |
You' ll never see Louis taken a dive | |
Unless my head' s between a woman' s legs, tasting her thighs Ooo! | |
With my face in her pie, like I' m in a contest waving goodbye Bye bye! | |
While I' m disappearing into her prom dress. Yup | |
My mom says I' m a son of a | |
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 twotiming slut who gushed rum from her . 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 t 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 they p it in bags That' s right | |
Whose mischievious 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. Uhuh | |
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. Yoho! | |
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 mutha a! |
zuò qǔ : Dorley | |
Uhhuh, c' mon Yeah | |
Nah, don' t hold me back yo No, don' t do it to him Lou! | |
Don' t hold me back J Don' t do it brother! | |
I got this Aight | |
Yo Show ' em | |
I make theme music that may seem foolish Uhhuh | |
I' m a little bit Jerry and a little Jerry Lee Lewis. Uh | |
That' s part idiot and part musician p Yeah | |
I mastermind half the time, the rest of me is clueless. Uh | |
You' ll never see Louis taken a dive | |
Unless my head' s between a woman' s legs, tasting her thighs Ooo! | |
With my face in her pie, like I' m in a contest waving goodbye Bye bye! | |
While I' m disappearing into her prom dress. Yup | |
My mom says I' m a son of a | |
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 twotiming slut who gushed rum from her . 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 t 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 they p it in bags That' s right | |
Whose mischievious 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. Uhuh | |
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. Yoho! | |
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 mutha a! |