Shy Grey - Disgusting lyrics

[Logic] Yeah, pa** the mic before I jack it like gore-tex Bust like raw s**, rappers s** like vortex The life of a Don- We living like kings, and k**ing our pawns Boy, the seconds it's on, don't know where we going I'm flowing and k**ing this sh** from dusk til dawn Just had s** with a Middle Eastern girl- The p**y was bomb That last line made no sense like these rappers' careers But I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year Yeah; you don't like me? I'll conjure up and summon all your fears You wanna fight me? I'll woop my own a** before you get here Wanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes s**? b**h I don't give a f**, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's I'm a perfectionist; the lesson is f** everyone a**essing this It's hip-hop, not to be taken literally However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck f** every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time Sike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex Slaughter MC's then ask who's next… [C Dot Castro] Ey yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now Priceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle Never busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down Then go and grab a mic and see if you can f** with me now I got that A plus flow I'm on a roll b**h I can't fail Making money with my mind, call that sh** a brain sell Raise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here Catch me in a tenant caddy with a b**h from Cincinnati With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly With the window down see other b**hes blowing kisses at me It's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap We spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world Reppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl So sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl Cause no p**y come before my flow, just had to let you know girl Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave you impressed Rattpack be my family, I f** with y'all no incest Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up I ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff Cause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm dough nuts [Logic] I murdered my manager Chris last night We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like I said okay…then punched him in the face with a butcher knife I want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife Now can you feel it? They won't [Sinatra] Gimme what I want, so f** it I'ma steal it I'll dilapidate you, grab the bu*ter knife and decapitate you Yeah that's what I said – huh, and b**h I did it We all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it I would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it? It's like when a gentleman sees the baddest b**h and thinks, “I'd hit it!” But he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert It's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch That's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal k**er, venereal dealer And yes you know they ain't none other iller It's Logic