Old Rasputin - Louis Logic, Jay Love, Odd Couple

I love my prostitutes

Pussy, pussy, glorious pussy

I’ve got my prostitutes back

Here ye, here ye, all rise

Introducing his lordship, Sir Drunkalot

Don’t get your head on the cutting block for treason

Against the royal fam', because it’s chopping season

On the disloyal man

We study under lit oil lamps through the archive

Deciding who’s on our side like a new apartheid

The czar died and passed down the keys to the fortress

And the secret, of course, which releases the draw bridge

We even got a militia of devious forces

Who feed weed to their horses and lead 'em where war is

Of course it’s the rulers, Jay Love and Louis

Don’t say nothing to us, we make punks look foolish

It takes tons of fools to straight up amuse us

Wake up you losers, you ain’t nothing to us

We’re rock star czars, we’re locked on wars

With vodka to the top up inside

Hooligan morons with a collection full of hood ornaments

We snatched off of cop cars parked

We got odd bars that’s private, cars with drivers

And chicks who lick the stick with slip-on saliva

And ever since we was born in diapers we been called

«Your Highness» and served alcohol as minors

Y’all can find us, in the land where the pimps

With a full harem of chicks who take care of our dicks

who pillage with a terrible fist

So all the other villagers are scared to resist, bitch

Fe fi fo and a bottle of rum

The Odd Couple don’t stop 'till the bottle is done

Move your feet to the beat and march to the drums

We’re the kings of this rap shit, majority one

We target the market, make a profit and run

And shot kids in the process with dominant tongues

Solicit explicit content for fun

And stay spitting like we’re obnoxious and drunk

Wake up the horses it’s time to take them to night

You can’t challenge the king, lying naked with your wife

Even if your aching to fight, swallow your pride

And follow the Gods with Heineken bottles the size

Of comets that fly, fizz out and drop from the sky

Like these two superheros with

Jay Love and Louie Logic, the kings of the castle

Bring it to battle and stone you till you sink in the gravel

I’ll swing and attack you if you challenge my reign

Then cut you up and bag you like an ounce of cocaine

No name motherfuckers without noble descent

Get thrown over the fence and choked up with no-good intent

This is a social event for my minions to witness

So they don’t get opinions and interfere with business

My interests protected, riches invested

And bitches in the kitchen, dishing up breakfast

Listen, the checklist is written extensive

From licks to a plethora of bitches to have sex with

Chick that striptease like Demi in a scene

Got

Many enemy is tortured when we blazing hash

And made into court jesters to make us laugh

Now raise your glass and toast to the livest

Rulers of this rhyme shit

I’m out, signing off as Your Highness