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[Louis Logic] Uh, yeah, yeah, come on, come on, yeah, yeah Now when the I-Jonez kids rang on my phone with A request for me to craft a suicide poem quick I told 'em I don't spit without an ice cold six But fuck the yellow suds cause I don't like no piss I need a dark brew like Jeff Gordon need a car crew One lap in the sack and I can see your part two (too) It's hard to imagine a drunk, smart Lou Who doesn't want brew and says he's givin' up hard booze This new philosophy sticks to the prophesy Six stupid mockeries give you lobotomies He's gotta be an inhuman oddity to get the kind of chedda you Would win through the lottery And spend it on liquor and sex so give 'em respect For settin' records when his liver is wet Cause if it isn't a check than give 'em a set of Slippery breasts he can suckle like an infant again I'm a baby, because I always get my way And I seem crazy, cause I always forget my place I'm in the women's rest room with a test tube Standin' right next to one of the stalls For her sample when she gets through And I'm gonna wet you with a flask of piss After this, simply so you catch the gist And you can tell me how one of them bashful chicks Felt when R. Kelly sprayed 'em with his splash of wizz I got [Skills] only if you mean that I'm ill As patients in the psychiatric ward missin' they pills [Skills] Put piss in your grill from AIDS patients Cause it gives me a thrill to ask 'em how the waste tasted Some of you may hate this, others who will chill It still doesn't stop me from givin' 'em ill [Skills] Yeah! This is Louis Logic, the Drunken Dragon baby And I'm chillin' with my peoples from I-Jonez You know what I'm sayin? If you ain't gettin' the news, then you ain't in the know I got my man J.J. Brown on the boards Puttin' them sounds into my ears And we about to lace you up somethin' nice Like a fresh pair of sneaks, son, boom