Disgusting

[Intro: Logic & C Dot Castro] Welcome everyone to the Sinatra spectacular Yeah, yeah, you already know what it is RattPack boy Castro Logic (Logic) Sinatra Real all the time [Verse 1: Logic] 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 fuck, 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 fuck 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 Fuck 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 [Verse 2: C Dot Castro] 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 [Verse 3: 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 fuck 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 [Outro: Muhammad Ali] Just last week, I murdered a rock Injured a stone, Hospitalized a brick I'm so mean, I make medicine sick