Disgusting by Logic
Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex
Bust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex
The life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing
our pawns
Boy, the seconds it's on � don't know where we going
I'm flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn
Just had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was
bomb
That last line made no sense like these rappers'
careers
But I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year
Yeah; you don't like me? I'll conjure up and summon all
your fears
You wanna fight me? I'll woop my own ass before you get
here
Wanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck?
Bitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut,
call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes
In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and
cross my T's
I'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone
assessing this
It's hip-hop, not to be taken literally
However on the light of note I stayed with bills like
Hilary
My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect
Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better
inspect the deck
Fuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the
dawn of time
Sike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme
On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex
Slaughter MC's then ask who's next...
[C Dot Castro:]
Ey yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we
now
Priceless flow so even If I write it's still a
freestyle
Never busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat
down
Then go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me
now
I got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail
Making money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell
Raise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here
Catch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati
With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick
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