Louis Logic - Old Rasputin lyrics

[Skit: Continued from previous track] I love my prostitutes p**y, p**y, glorious p**y I've got my prostitutes back Here ye, here ye, all rise Introducing his lordship, Sir Drunkalot [Verse 1: Louis Logic] Don't get your head on the cutting block for treason Against the royal fam', because it's chopping season On the disloyal man We study under lit oil lamps through the archive Deciding who's on our side like a new apartheid The czar died and pa**ed down the keys to the fortress And the secret, of course, which releases the draw bridge We even got a militia of devious forces Who feed weed to their horses and lead 'em where 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 tons of fools to straight up amuse us Wake up you losers, you ain't nothing to us We're rock star czars, we're locked on wars With vodka to the top up inside {our jaws?} Hooligan morons with a collection full of hood ornaments We snatched off of cop cars parked We got odd bars that's private, cars with drivers And chicks who lick the stick with slip-on saliva And ever since we was born in diapers we been called "Your Highness" and served alcohol as minors Y'all can find us, in the land where the pimps With a full harem of chicks who take care of our dicks {?} who pillage with a terrible fist So all the other villagers are scared to resist, b**h [Hook: Jay Love & Louis Logic] Fe fi fo and a bottle of rum 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 sh**, majority one We target the market, make a profit and run And shot kids in the process with dominant tongues Solicit explicit content for fun And stay spitting like we're obnoxious and drunk [Verse 2: Jay Love] 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 aching to fight, swallow your pride And follow the Gods with Heineken bottles the size Of comets that fly, fizz out and drop from the sky Like these two superheros with {their goggles for eyes?} Jay Love and Louie Logic, the kings of the castle Bring it to battle and stone you till you sink in the gravel I'll swing and attack you if you challenge my reign Then cut you up and bag you like an ounce of c**aine No name motherf**ers without noble descent Get thrown over the fence and choked up with no-good intent This is a social event for my minions to witness So they don't get opinions and interfere with business My interests protected, riches invested And b**hes in the kitchen, dishing up breakfast Listen, the checklist is written extensive From licks to a plethora of b**hes to have s** with Chick that striptease like Demi in a scene Got {baders and rosebeers like semi in a kime??} Many enemy is tortured when we blazing hash And made into court jesters to make us laugh Now raise your gla** and toast to the livest Rulers of this rhyme sh** I'm out, signing off as Your Highness [Hook: Jay Love & Louis Logic]