[Jay Love]   Yeah, odd couple baby (ha ha)   Hide your daughters   I stay drinking on an empty stomach   Till I sink and plummet   Thinking of it   Lets get blunted till we stinking of it   I think I've done it cause I'm one hit   Over the edge   I dove from the ledge   I can't stand I fall through my legs   Stumbling over the keg   and it's just the first inning, girls grinning   And all I can see is the world spinning   I can't move I puff mad boom   Trying to find the bathroom   Cause it feels like I'm gonna gag soon   I'm torn from the bottles   Praying through the porcelain gods   To try and ease the pain and the scorch from the vodkas   Walked into the topless   Cause I gotta get brain soup   For the right price crisp the wrist sex in the champagne room   I can't zoom cause I have whiskey dick   I had to pay extra like a paper view titty flick   That's my lucky charms so bitch lick me dick   Suck the shit out like a fucking Pixy stick      [Chorus 2X]   This shit   Pimp shit   It's kind of explicit   We twisted, drinking   And puffin a lit spliff   We party with bitches   Erasing their lipstick   This is the odd couple up in your district      [Louis Logic]   I master the disclosure   'cause I never spit sober   After the Coronas   I'm trying to see the flash exposure   The chick thats a master in yoga   Bending over backwards   Stick a slit with more pick   As if she stroked the cactus   You see that stripper sipping over flipping glasses?   I'm trying to feed her licked till she throws up on my mattress   I'm logical but not in the sense   That I can't be seen chewing panty strings   Hopping the fence   My crib reeks of cigarettes, pot and incents   I'm somewhat of a loner but the bottle's my friend   And I gotta a collection stored on the shelf   So when I talk to the walls on the spot I'm not talking to 'self   I'm akward as hell   Drunk and stumbling   My stomach's rumbling   You thinking I stop drinking   Dumb assumption   Cause this nigger got game   When I chuck a pumpkin with flames to take your head off   Like Ichabod Crane      [Chorus 2X]   This shit   Pimp shit   It's kind of explicit   We twisted, drinking   And puffin a lit spliff   We party with bitches   Erasing their lipstick   This is the odd couple up in your district      [Jay Love]   Now when the odd couple rustles   And rumbling clubs   There's gonna be trouble for smucks   Stashing up bundles of bucks   Cause the first one of the sluts to come up to us   Jump on a bus we'll skid away until your lungs full of dust   Bitch's tongue in my nuts while I just humping her butt   Puffing a blunt while I'm juggling the juzzling stunts   Sit up in the front cause I'm drunk   'cause I hit the bottle   Application for a groupie?   One question   Do you spit or swallow?      [Louis Logic]   You wrestle like your in a brothel trying to earn your rent now   Bend down I'll pull my poison pen out   Cause when the wolf destroys the hen house   The feathers will fly   Seventy five miles   Whether I'm drunk or whether I'm high      [Jay Love]   I busted dead on her eye   Now she's a blinded bitch   Walk around with one eye shut   On some pirate shit   You better buy this quick period   Like a bloody twat   We're all up in your face   Like the money shot      [Chorus 2X]   This shit   Pimp shit   It's kind of explicit   We twisted, drinking   And puffin a lit spliff   We party with bitches   Erasing their lipstick   This is the odd couple up in your district