Louis Logic - Up To No Good lyrics
[Louis Logic - Up To No Good lyrics]
I'm no fucking good, and I never have been
I was born with a sick
Morbid addiction for the disgraceful
More than a bit tormented with
A love for the distasteful
Sick fables told in a rhyme
Disabled most of the mind i had
With my mom and dad threw me out the
Pad cause i got so into wine
Kind'a had a lust for the hazardous
Stuff they just didn't like
Made 'em mad at us when we grab our nuts
And had to cuss when they give us mics
Sip again, it's like it did what spinach
Might do to a sailor
In the right mood I'll invite
You to bite Lou's genitalia
Ever had your walnuts crushed
Let a rapper call us nuts
Better have your balls tucked up tight
If you like your draws uncut
You get your mic cord unplugged quicker than
You get a ticket when you double
Park at a shop that sells doughnuts just
A couple cars from a cop
I love to start with a scotch
Or another hard liquor shot
Even when a fella swig a lot you can
Never tell if I'm lit or not
My, does it hit the spot when I trick a
Cop with a itch to lock me up
Probably just cause J and I got a
Little too much hiphop in us
It's a little bit devious
And a little ingenious
When your CD is teaching kids the
Meaning of what a heathen is
The devil wan'na get a piece of
This but I won't let 'em
Still Heavens had it for the grievances
I bet I don't get in
I'm a, little bit wrongdoer
But a bit like righteous
Still scribblin' my songs through the
Midst of a midlife crisis
They tellin' me that I'm the nicest
But as much as folks would
They seldom mean how my life is
I been up to no good
Malevolent resident
Turned decadent president
Ever since Heaven sent me into a
Saloon full of bad medicine
J jettison beats through the
Board, bangin' time
Reach through the chords
Like a modern day Edison who
Had invented his own Frankenstein
And made a rhyme way better than
The rest of the rap rejects
Three steps ahead of the pack
And destined to have respect
For incredible raps and tight shows
Two devilish cats you might know
For craftin' more unforgettable tracks for
The brats than Tyco
They thought he was a psycho cause
He likes flows in a 3-4
And writes prose with his eyes closed while
He drives home on a detour
Scourge of the police force on the
Run with a cold twelve pack
Stupid and drunk and doin' a hundred
And one with no belt strap
The ruinous one Louis has come
Tell that to our governor
I've taken the track to Hades and back and
Hell had to turn the oven up
Truth is they hated the rap
Music has greater impact
On views than the mistruths on the evening
News so the devil's takin' it back
It's a little bit devious
And a little ingenious
When your CD is teaching kids the
Meaning of what a heathen is
The devil wanna get a piece of
This but I won't let 'em
Still Heavens had it for the grievances
I bet I don't get in
I'm a, little bit wrongdoer
But a bit like righteous
Still scribblin' my songs through the
Midst of a midlife crisis
They tellin' me that I'm the nicest
But as much as folks would
They seldom mean how my life is
I been up to no good
I'm gonna teach you to fly
We've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drink the cup dry
I'm gonna teach you to fly
We've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drink the cup dry
I was born with a sick
Morbid addiction for the disgraceful
More than a bit tormented with
A love for the distasteful
Sick fables told in a rhyme
Disabled most of the mind i had
With my mom and dad threw me out the
Pad cause i got so into wine
Kind'a had a lust for the hazardous
Stuff they just didn't like
Made 'em mad at us when we grab our nuts
And had to cuss when they give us mics
Sip again, it's like it did what spinach
Might do to a sailor
In the right mood I'll invite
You to bite Lou's genitalia
Ever had your walnuts crushed
Let a rapper call us nuts
Better have your balls tucked up tight
If you like your draws uncut
You get your mic cord unplugged quicker than
You get a ticket when you double
Park at a shop that sells doughnuts just
A couple cars from a cop
I love to start with a scotch
Or another hard liquor shot
Even when a fella swig a lot you can
Never tell if I'm lit or not
My, does it hit the spot when I trick a
Cop with a itch to lock me up
Probably just cause J and I got a
Little too much hiphop in us
It's a little bit devious
And a little ingenious
When your CD is teaching kids the
Meaning of what a heathen is
The devil wan'na get a piece of
This but I won't let 'em
Still Heavens had it for the grievances
I bet I don't get in
I'm a, little bit wrongdoer
But a bit like righteous
Still scribblin' my songs through the
Midst of a midlife crisis
They tellin' me that I'm the nicest
But as much as folks would
They seldom mean how my life is
I been up to no good
Malevolent resident
Turned decadent president
Ever since Heaven sent me into a
Saloon full of bad medicine
J jettison beats through the
Board, bangin' time
Reach through the chords
Like a modern day Edison who
Had invented his own Frankenstein
And made a rhyme way better than
The rest of the rap rejects
Three steps ahead of the pack
And destined to have respect
For incredible raps and tight shows
Two devilish cats you might know
For craftin' more unforgettable tracks for
The brats than Tyco
They thought he was a psycho cause
He likes flows in a 3-4
And writes prose with his eyes closed while
He drives home on a detour
Scourge of the police force on the
Run with a cold twelve pack
Stupid and drunk and doin' a hundred
And one with no belt strap
The ruinous one Louis has come
Tell that to our governor
I've taken the track to Hades and back and
Hell had to turn the oven up
Truth is they hated the rap
Music has greater impact
On views than the mistruths on the evening
News so the devil's takin' it back
It's a little bit devious
And a little ingenious
When your CD is teaching kids the
Meaning of what a heathen is
The devil wanna get a piece of
This but I won't let 'em
Still Heavens had it for the grievances
I bet I don't get in
I'm a, little bit wrongdoer
But a bit like righteous
Still scribblin' my songs through the
Midst of a midlife crisis
They tellin' me that I'm the nicest
But as much as folks would
They seldom mean how my life is
I been up to no good
I'm gonna teach you to fly
We've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drink the cup dry
I'm gonna teach you to fly
We've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drink the cup dry