The Odd Couple
Текст песни Bully

(Intro)
Ah, yeah, yeah
This is Louis Logic
That nigga that you don't see
Cuz he got kicked out of class (The Odd Couple)
And I brought my other knucklehead with me
My man JJ Brown
On some bully shit
Bringing heat on the beats, stuffing nerd niggaz in lockers

(Verse 1)
Give me a beat and listen to me
Niggaz'll see I'm like the oilman cause I deliver you heat
I didn't say you were gay, it's just that you're sweet
And kept your vibes on the westside of Christopher street
It's no wonder that you wish you were me
I ain't some type of bitch, who when he take a piss sits on the seat
That's why all you chickens agree they'd rather kick it with me
Cuz I'm suprising every now and then with mystery meet (boh)
Who's the clever kid who use his leverage to a rapstar to get into a coochie's second lips
Loose new collections is smooth and effortless
Like {?} and sweating chicks with lubed appendages
Whoever just is boos and nemesis
Had better move their settlement away in to a new development
Cuz I'm not too intelligent to stoop to your level
And you're so low down I'm shooting hoops at the devil

(Chorus)
In the school of hard knocks
We're at the top of our classes
Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
Whether or not, our report card passes
Class-clowns will tell you we're the real smartasses
We run shit and punch kids
In their plump tummy, somebody's always on the run from me
The average got detention, Jay's on suspension
And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggaz lunch money

(Verse 2)
Yo, I got sick inch for scotch bout a fifth for shot
Just as hot, as the burning in your sisters crotch
Wich is not why I'd never stick her snatch
I'd rather flip the latch on the cabinet to your pop's liquor stash
Jay Love hit the hash like a coffee-shop's spatula
My thanks, puncture a keg, like the Morton hops dracule
That's way I always sleep in the daylight, cause I creep in the late night
Leaving victims leaking like drain pipes
People say it ain't right
But I can't help that I'm so damn selfish
That I got my hands on a female fan's pelvis like some bad Elvis
Who's from a parallel universe
Gyrating his hips to the dick; carousels through the skirts
You know a man you think is rude at first
Give me some room to work
And allow me to introduce the nerd to the dirt
Cuz Lou's the worst type of jerk for dealing with
He'll bruise you first physically then hurt your feelings bitch

(Chorus)
In the school of hard knocks
We're at the top of our classes
Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
Whether or not, our report card passes
Class-clowns will tell you we're the real smartasses
We run shit and punch kids
In their plump tummy, somebody's always on the run from me
The average got detention, Jay's on suspension
And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggaz lunch money

(Verse 3)
I'm like Merlin in a sherlin when I sip a beer
a wizard in winter gear who makes a Guiness disappear
quicker than a chick's brazier during foreplay
Or drugdealers when the pigs are here to storm your hallway
Performing all day with Jay in the attic(?)
Making the magic that has addicts celebrating they habits
I got a cult following of young adults swallowing
So many Jamieson flasks that it gives them adult tolerance
I majored in classes of savoring asses
With greater than average curves like antique vases and glasses
And on the day they gave me a masters
I traded it fast as you can say vodka for a case of some (casses???)
Some say that a rapper is worth as much as he drinks
Fuck what he thinks, that's why I fill myself with suds like a sink
And to my reasoning it's stuck on the blink
But that's just one of those things that gives me somethings to discuss with my shrink

(Chorus)
In the school of hard knocks
We're at the top of our classes
Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
Whether or not, our report card passes
Class-clowns will tell you we're the real smartasses
We run shit and punch kids
In their plump tummy, somebody's always on the run from me
The average got detention, Jay's on suspension
And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggaz lunch money

(Verse 4)
So who's that guy in the dunce cap sitting in the back of class?
And when the teacher walks by he's smacking her ass
Cutting in the school storeline snatching you cash
Pushing the smart kids ass in the trash
Motherfucker I'm the bully
And I'm coming 'round your corner
I warn ya and now I'm rainen punches down on ya
Y'all better head for the office
Tell them to cal your mummy to come get you cause your tummy is nauseous