Mischievous - J.J. Brown, Louis Logic

Every time I leave my house, pork patrol wanna seek me out

Did I see it, did I do it?

C’mon down to the station house

Chase me down, «Hey, how’s that high?»

Shine the flashlight around my eyes

Every time some coward cries

They doubt that I have an alibi

It’s bizarre how I got a disregard for prison bars

But it isn’t hard to see why I hate the mainstream

And daydream of beating Dave Matthews with his guitar

I live to scar you with a lit cigar

If I miss the charts, I’ll put a mailbomb in your Christmas card

Cause you’re jealous of the fact that I’m blowing up and you’re envious at heart

My true intentions are cruel intentions, new ways to hurt you with new

inventions

You figure you’re a star, I’ll hit you with a car and flatten you down to 2

dimensions

You want me to be non-violent?

It’s only gonna happen on a day that I’m silent

Which isn’t too often, cause I can’t be sober til' you’re standing over Lou’s

coffin

Any other time I got a beer in my hand and mysterious plans to put fear in your

fam'

And so degenerates cheer for the champ of born losers, hero to weirdos and porn

users

My three last shows, were fiascoes

This dude came up like, «Yo, you see that Ho?»

«I dare you to grab her ass»

So I grabbed her snatch and had a fight with these three assholes

Now I’m mad at that and there’s an APB

The cops kicked my ass when they came for me, like they hold a grudge

So I stood up in the courtroom and told the judge I got A.D.D

I’m mischievous, I make people want to slit their wrists

A whole lot of parents and critics is all pissed at this

But they missed the gist, it’s just fictitious

I’m mischievous, my songs make kids wanna slit their wrists

And now a lot of critics and parents is all mad at this

I need clearances to make appearances

Warning, take caution, keep out of children’s reach

Cause I spill a speech of bad will to teach

And let the psychos fill the streets

A lot of criminals wanna kill police, steal the keys and set the villains free

You better listen kids cause I’m mischievous, so keep out of children’s reach

(Oh no!) I’ma ruin your whole show, stumble on the stage drunk moving in slow-mo

Cause you wouldn’t know dope, even if you would’ve sold coke or tried to steal

Louis' whole flow

Folks now better than to try and diss

I’ll put you in a choke-hold, I’m childish

I’ll poke holes in your car tires with my bare hands and sharpened appliances

Cause I’m a product of my environment, so I can’t be blamed if my rhymes are

violent

Cause every time I’m in silence, asleep, sick thoughts creep in behind my

eyelids

Rhymes aside skip the dissin' nonsense, we about to have a real pissin' contest

You think I wouldn’t let my pee soak your every seam till you weigh as much as

Heavy D?

It’s a fact misery loves company, and lung disease would work wonderfully

So I teach little kids to smoke, shit it’s just a joke and it sounds like fun

to me

It’s as easy as 1,2,3

Come on up to the roof and then jump with me

And when they scrape you up from the street, instead of doing dirt,

you’ll be buried underneath

From the kids in the projects robbing stores, to the burbs where they steal

from the shopping malls

It ain’t a MC who don’t respect me, so don’t get testy

Y’all haven’t got the balls

I’m mischievous, I make people want to slit their wrists

A whole lot of parents and critics is all pissed at this

But they missed the gist, it’s just fictitious

I’m mischievous, my songs make kids wanna slit their wrists

And now a lot of critics and parents is all mad at this

I need clearances to make appearances

Warning, take caution, keep out of children’s reach

Cause I spill a speech of bad will to teach

And let the psychos fill the streets

A lot of criminals wanna kill police, steal the keys and set the villains free

You better listen kids cause I’m mischievous, so keep out of children’s reach

When you’re slumping guys till ya lump they eyes

Up to a pumpkin’s size they’re like, «Oh no!»

A whole lot of husbands would give me a snuffing if they knew who I’m fucking

like, «Oh no!»

If you drank so much that you don’t react to an oak-wood bat across your bony

back

And wake up, looking in your wallet and you don’t see jack it’s like, «Oh no!»

Every time I leave my house, pork patrol want to seek me out

Did I see it, did I do it?

Come on down to the station house

Chase me down, «Hey, how’s that high?»

Shine the flashlight around my eyes

Every time some coward cries

They doubt that I have an alibi