Snuff - Mischief Nite lyrics

[Sample: Newt from Aliens (1986)] We better get back, cause it'll be dark soon And they mostly come at night, mostly [Verse 1: Snuff] Uh, tonight's the night Media 101 meets Louis Logic, nod your head to this Yo, yo, no doubt we pushing out j**els like gold bonds Feel the force of my tools, my best advice: stand aside Tension is high when mischief night be my pa**ion Causing disturbance, with no excuses for my action I'm on a bender from the last time we did this And if I keep it up I'll be on everybody's sh** list My damage done from sunset 'til sunrise Then I grab a forty to clean sleep out my eyes But realize, I explain the terms loosely Then carry my share of weight for Logic and LuceLeif Nothing but a troubled misfit who's double-fisting By the time we're done, all of y'all [up/are on the sand?] [Chorus: Louis Logic] This is mischief night We down to drink a fifth tonight Up in the bar, and start picking fights 'Cause when it's all said and done It's always spliffs to light So let 'em front, this is better than the sh** you write Boy, this is mischief night We down to drink a fifth tonight Up in the bar, and start picking fights 'Cause when it's all said and done It's always spliffs to light So let 'em front, this is better than the sh** you write [Verse 2: LuceLeif] With Logic on the squad, way too much to handle Appetite to battle mics, leave the stage in shambles When I flip sh**, I'm [?] equipped with verbal ammo Making kids scramble, every word is like an arrow When I flip rhymes, and this time, you the target [Keeping iced scrillas?] in line like supermarkets You can't step to us, we the smartest, the truest artists Should've known better, but you're probably too retarded To figure out the best routes [is with your mouth?] No doubt, [cause it'll/the set'll?] stay on top like Guinness stout Got the missile out, leaving your dome busted Some peeps hate the dark but us, yo, we love it [Chorus: Louis Logic] (x2) [Verse 3: Louis Logic] God bless my sixth sense to invent A means to spend my sixpence On nudie flicks and pitch tents I'm too hard on my lungs But still get my fumar on drunk 'Til they resemble two charred chunks And [leave you?] all bugged, two-star chumps Running the rat race, if you want lumps There's a fat chance you can get a fat face Keep your dirty mitts off my beer cans, cigarettes and ashtrays That way fair is fair, and I'm prepared To spare you from a foot lost in your derriere We're the seedier version of the media I love to tell the truth but lying's easier Feed the beat anemia, I'm a professional charlatan Arguing in favor of alcohol and Parliaments My only armaments for fighting off sobriety This is mischief night, the law doesn't apply to me [Chorus: Louis Logic] (x2) [Outro: Louis Logic] Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh, yo This is Louis Logic, your co-host With my man LuceLeif My man Snuff, Media 101 You know what I mean? This is mischief night Leaving flaming bags of sh** on your front porch And break your windows, and the whole nine And the whole nine