(feat. Jay Love)



[Jay Love]

Yeah, odd couple baby (ha ha)

Hide your daughters

I stay drinking on an empty stomach

Till I sink and plummet

Thinking of it

Lets get blunted till we stinking of it

I think I've done it cause I'm one hit

Over the edge

I dove from the ledge

I can't stand I fall through my legs

Stumbling over the keg

and it's just the first inning, girls grinning

And all I can see is the world spinning

I can't move I puff mad boom

Trying to find the bathroom

Cause it feels like I'm gonna gag soon

I'm torn from the bottles

Praying through the porcelain gods

To try and ease the pain and the scorch from the vodkas

Walked into the topless

Cause I gotta get brain soup

For the right price crisp the wrist sex in the champagne room

I can't zoom cause I have whiskey dick

I had to pay extra like a paper view titty flick

That's my lucky charms so bitch lick me dick

Suck the shit out like a fucking Pixy stick



[Chorus x2]

This shit

Pimp shit

It's kind of explicit

We twisted, drinking

And puffin a lit spliff

We party with bitches

Erasing their lipstick

This is the odd couple up in your district



[Louis Logic]

I master the disclosure

'cause I never spit sober

After the Coronas

I'm trying to see the flash exposure

The chick thats a master in yoga

Bending over backwards

Stick a slit with more pick

As if she stroked the cactus

You see that stripper sipping over flipping glasses?

I'm trying to feed her licked till she throws up on my mattress

I'm logical but not in the sense

That I can't be seen chewing panty strings

Hopping the fence

My crib reeks of cigarettes, pot and incents

I'm somewhat of a loner but the bottle's my friend

And I gotta a collection stored on the shelf

So when I talk to the walls on the spot I'm not talking to 'self

I'm akward as hell

Drunk and stumbling

My stomach's rumbling

You thinking I stop drinking

Dumb assumption

Cause this nigger got game

When I chuck a pumpkin with flames to take your head off

Like Ichabod Crane



[Chorus x2]

This shit

Pimp shit

It's kind of explicit

We twisted, drinking

And puffin a lit spliff

We party with bitches

Erasing their lipstick

This is the odd couple up in your district



[Jay Love]

Now when the odd couple rustles

And rumbling clubs

There's gonna be trouble for smucks

Stashing up bundles of bucks

Cause the first one of the sluts to come up to us

Jump on a bus we'll skid away until your lungs full of dust

Bitch's tongue in my nuts while I just humping her butt

Puffing a blunt while I'm juggling the juzzling stunts

Sit up in the front cause I'm drunk

'cause I hit the bottle

Application for a groupie?

One question

Do you spit or swallow?



[Louis Logic]

You wrestle like your in a brothel trying to earn your rent now

Bend down I'll pull my poison pen out

Cause when the wolf destroys the hen house

The feathers will fly

Seventy five miles

Whether I'm drunk or whether I'm high



[Jay Love]

I busted dead on her eye

Now she's a blinded bitch

Walk around with one eye shut

On some pirate shit

You better buy this quick period

Like a bloody twat

We're all up in your face

Like the money shot



[Chorus x2]

This shit

Pimp shit

It's kind of explicit

We twisted, drinking

And puffin a lit spliff

We party with bitches

Erasing their lipstick

This is the odd couple up in your district