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[Jay Love]Yeah, odd couple baby (ha ha)Hide your daughtersI stay drinking on an empty stomachTill I sink and plummetThinking of itLets get blunted till we stinking of itI think I've done it cause I'm one hitOver the edgeI dove from the ledgeI can't stand I fall through my legsStumbling over the kegand it's just the first inning, girls grinningAnd all I can see is the world spinningI can't move I puff mad boomTrying to find the bathroomCause it feels like I'm gonna gag soonI'm torn from the bottlesPraying through the porcelain godsTo try and ease the pain and the scorch from the vodkasWalked into the toplessCause I gotta get brain soupFor the right price crisp the wrist sex in the champagne roomI can't zoom cause I have whiskey dickI had to pay extra like a paper view titty flickThat's my lucky charms so bitch lick me dickLetras de cancionesSuck the shit out like a fucking Pixy stick[Chorus 2X]This shitPimp shitIt's kind of explicitWe twisted, drinkingAnd puffin a lit spliffWe party with bitchesErasing their lipstickThis is the odd couple up in your district[Louis Logic]I master the disclosure'cause I never spit soberAfter the CoronasI'm trying to see the flash exposureThe chick thats a master in yogaBending over backwardsStick a slit with more pickAs if she stroked the cactusYou see that stripper sipping over flipping glasses?I'm trying to feed her licked till she throws up on my mattressI'm logical but not in the senseThat I can't be seen chewing panty stringsHopping the fenceMy crib reeks of cigarettes, pot and incentsI'm somewhat of a loner but the bottle's my friendAnd I gotta a collection stored on the shelfSo when I talk to the walls on the spot I'm not talking to 'selfI'm akward as hellDrunk and stumblingMy stomach's rumblingYou thinking I stop drinkingDumb assumptionCause this nigger got gameWhen I chuck a pumpkin with flames to take your head offLike Ichabod Crane[Chorus 2X]This shitPimp shitIt's kind of explicitWe twisted, drinkingAnd puffin a lit spliffWe party with bitchesErasing their lipstickThis is the odd couple up in your district[Jay Love]Now when the odd couple rustlesAnd rumbling clubsThere's gonna be trouble for smucksStashing up bundles of bucksCause the first one of the sluts to come up to usJump on a bus we'll skid away until your lungs full of dustBitch's tongue in my nuts while I just humping her buttPuffing a blunt while I'm juggling the juzzling stuntsSit up in the front cause I'm drunk'cause I hit the bottleApplication for a groupie?One questionDo you spit or swallow?[Louis Logic]You wrestle like your in a brothel trying to earn your rent nowBend down I'll pull my poison pen outCause when the wolf destroys the hen houseThe feathers will flySeventy five milesWhether I'm drunk or whether I'm high[Jay Love]I busted dead on her eyeNow she's a blinded bitchWalk around with one eye shutOn some pirate shitYou better buy this quick periodLike a bloody twatWe're all up in your faceLike the money shot[Chorus 2X]This shitPimp shitIt's kind of explicitWe twisted, drinkingAnd puffin a lit spliffWe party with bitchesErasing their lipstickThis is the odd couple up in your district From Letras Mania