to it that your dead And I ain't gonna rain your parade, I'll piss right on your doorstep Til the boards' spread on the door frame and the floors wet
[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
the past {No, we can't get married yet} It isn't just that it's greener, it's also the length of the grass {Somehow you keep on runnin' to me} We keep
YO! This is motherfucking Louis Logic and I got my nigga Rude 1 on the boards, aight? 'bout to make shit hot in the house for the psy-chos Yo; It's
(feat. Celph Titled) [Intro: Celph Titled, Louis Logic] Uhh...what...yo.. My man Louis Logic, up in the Chrome Depot once again, baby D-Minor on the
't it glamorous to get your asses beat By one of the last emcees, 'til your cancellin' seats? If the fans disagree, I make house calls You keep it up, it
on cowards Bitch, that's just how it's gonna have to be This isn't a choice, so why you askin' me Submit to the voice, it's hypnotic The listener's choice is Logic
x2: cut and scratched by the DJ] [Cage on 'Agent Orange'] 'Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit' [GZA on 'Bring da Ruckus'] '..fuckin' up MC troops' [Louis Logic on 'Logic
