Logic - Disgusting Lyrics

Welcome everyone to the Sinatra spectacular
Yeah, yeah, you already know what it is
RattPack boy castro
Logic (Logic) sinatra
Real all the time

Yeah, pass the mic before I
Jack it like gore-tex
Bust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex
The life of a Don- We living like kings
And killing our pawns
Boy, the seconds it's on
Don't know where we going
I'm flowing and killing this shit
From dusk til dawn
Just had sex with a Middle Eastern
Girl- The pussy 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 ass before you get here
Wanna write me? And tell me
That my rhymes suck?
Bitch I don't give a f*ck, 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*ck everyone assessing this
It's hip-hop, not to be taken literally
However on the light of note I
Stayed with bills like Hillary
My flow convects
Murder subjects with little respect
Best protect your neck
Before you play my tape
Better inspect the deck
F*ck 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 emcees then ask who's next

Ayo 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*ck with me now
I got that A plus flow I'm on
A roll bitch I can't fail
Making money with my mind
Call that shit a brain sell raise hell
Like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here
Catch me in a tinted caddy
With a bitch from Cincinnati
With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas
You lick it gladly
With the window down see other
Bitches 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 pussy 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*ck 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

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*ck it I'ma steal it
I'll dilapidate you
Grab the butter knife and decapitate you
Yeah that's what I said - huh
And bitch 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 bitch 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 killer, venereal dealer
And yes you know they ain't none other iller
It's Logic

Just last week, I murdered a rock
Injured a stone, Hospitalized a brick
I'm so mean, I make medicine sick