Old Rasputin - The Odd Couple

Don’t get your head on the cutter black trees and go against the royal fan

Cuz chopping is easy dissed loyal man

We study under lit oil lamps through the arcade

Beside who’s on our side like a new apartheid

Pass down the keys to the fortress

And secrets of cource the release of door bridge

We even got a militsa and deforces

Who feed weed to the horses and leave them where the 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 a bunch of fools to straight up amuse us Wake up you losers, you’re ain’t nothing to us Where rockstars are, we locked on wars

With on top of our charge

a collection full hood on a mist

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

And chicks who lick sticks

And ever since we was born in diapers we was called «your highness»

And «sir"for alcholic minders

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

Where the full hair of chicks who take care of our dicks

terrible fist

And all the other villagers are scared to resist, bitch

Feh fah foh and a bottle of rome

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 procress with diamonds and tounges

So listen to the 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 a fight swallowing your pride

And follow the Gods with heineken

Bottles of size like comics that fly fizz out and drop for the sky

Like these two superheros

Jay Love and Loui Logic, the kings of the castle

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

Swinging and tag you if you challenge my reign

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

No name of the fuckers with

Thrown you over the fence no in a tent

This is a social event for millions to witness

And they got no opinions, an interfear with business

My interest protected, riches invested

And bitch in the kitchen, fixing up breadfast

Listen to checklist is reading in extensive

From a lix to a plot of bitches to have sex with

Chick that striptease like demi in a scence

Got baders and rosebeers like semi in a kime

Many enemy is tortured when we blazing hash

And maked in to in-consciousness to make us laugh

Now rase your glass and toast to the livers, rulers of this rhyme shit

I’m out, sign it of it is your highness

Feh fah foh and a bottle of rome

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 procress with diamonds and tounges

So listen to the explicit content for fun

And stay spitting like we’re obnoxious and drunk