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letra de bully - odd couple

[intro]
ah, yeah, yeah
this is louis logic
that n-gg- you don’t see
cuz he got kicked out of cl-ss (the odd couple)
and i brought my other knucklehead with me
my man j.j. brown
on some bully sh-t
bringin heat on the beats
stuffin nerdy n-gg-s in lockers

[verse 1]
give me a beat and listen to me
n-gg-z’ll see i’m like the oilman cause i deliver your heat
i didn’t say you were gay, it’s just that you’re sweet
and catch vibes on the westside of christopher street
it’s no wonder you wish you were me
i ain’t some type of b-tch, who when he takes a p-ss sits on the seat
that’s why all your chickens agree they rather kick it with me
cuz i suprise em every now and then with mystery meat (boh)
who’s the clever kid who use his leverage as a rapstar to get into a
coochies second lips
lou’s new collections is smooth and effortless
like 2 scr-w-ng, sweaty chicks with lubed apendages
whoever just is boos and nemesis
had rather 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 wit the devil

[chorus]
in the school of hard knocks
we’re at the top of our cl-sses
sh-t the bullies even kiss our -sses
whether or not my report card p-sses
cl-ss-clowns will tell you were the real smart–sses
we run sh-t and punch kids
in their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me
the abott’s got detention, jay’s on suspension
and myself, i got expelled for sn-tching n-gg-z lunch money

[verse 2]
yo, i got sick inch for scotch about a fifth a shot
just as hot, as the burning in your sisters crouch
which is not why i never snick a sn-tch
i rather flip the latch on the cabinet to you pops liquor stash
jay love hit the hash like a coffee-shop spatula
my fangs puncture a keg like a malt and hops dracula
that’s way i always sleep in the daylight, cause i creep in the late night
leaving victims leaking like drain pipes
people saying it ain’t right
but i can’t help that i’m so d-mn selfish
i got my hands on a female fans pelvis like i’m some bad elvis
who’s from a parallel universe
giratin his hips to the d-ck carousel 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 to dealing with
he’ll bruise you first physically then hurt your feelings b-tch

[chorus]
in the school of hard knocks
we’re at the top of our cl-sses
sh-t the bullies even kiss our -sses
whether or not, my report card p-sses
cl-ss-clowns will tell you were the real smart–sses
we run sh-t and punch kids
in their plump tummies somebody is always on the run from me
the abott got detention, jay’s on suspension
and myself, i got expelled for sn-tching n-gg-z lunch money

[verse 3]
i’m like merlin in a sherlin when i sip a beer
or a wizard in winter gear who makes a guiness dissapear
quicker than a chicks brazier during foreplay
or drugdealers when the pigs are here to storm your hallway
performing all day with jay and the abott
makin the magic that has addicts celebrating their habits
i’ve got a cult following, of so many young adults swallowing
so many jameson flasks that it give em adult tolerance
i’m major in cl-sses, on savorin -sses
with greater than average curves like antique vases and gl-sses
and on the day the give me a masters
i traded it faster than you can say vodka for a case of some?
some say that a rapper is worth as much as he drinks
f-ck what he thinks that’s why i fill myself with suds like a sink
and to my reason ain’t gon’ get stock on the blink
but that’s just one of them things
to give me something to discuss with my shrink

[chorus]
in the school of hard knocks
we’re at the top of our cl-sses
sh-t the bullies even kiss our -sses
wether or not, my report card p-sses
cl-ss-clowns will tell you were the real smart–sses
we run sh-t and punch kids
in their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me
now the abott got detention, jay’s on suspension
and myself, i got expelled for sn-tching n-gg-z lunch money

[verse 4]
so who’s that guy in the dunce cap sitting in the back of cl-ss?
and when the teacher walks by he’s smacking her -ss
cutting in the school storeline sn-tching your cash
pushing the smart kids -ss in the trash
motherf-cker i’m the bully
and i’m coming ’round the corner
i warn ya and now i’m rainen punches down on ya
y’all better head for the office
tell them to get your mummy to come and get you
because your tummy is nauseous

- odd couple

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