Louis Logic Who The Fuck Are You? Lyrics

Who The Fuck Are You? Lyrics










  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








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[Verse One]

I start beef on dark streets, cursing the transients

Take your pick of your latest whip, hearse or an ambulance

Cause I'm a scientist to the rescue

Who wish to infect you with contaminants from a test-tube

I pop up on the scene unexpectedly

All up in your city like teen mother pregnancy

Fiends love my tendency to serve dope

Cause I mesh with rap like a pimp in feathered hats and a fur coat

Curtains close the ??????? like ?????????

Lock you up in fresh wears and let you go in dirty clothes

I'm naked wear my words exposed

Disturbing folks performing bourbon soaked at suburban shows

Alert the pope and you better call a doctor

I'm going off my rocker when I chug a quart of vodka

And just before the cops come I'll face a hundred dudes

Like, "I'm Louis Logic, who the fuck are you?"



[Verse Two]

Plain and simple, ordinary Jack's same as nimble

Plus you lack the sack if your main veins are thimble

I hang my head over the pane of windows

Throwing up like, L.A. gang signs or graf paint in scribbles

Blowing up's a far stretch

With Indy B-sides I'm hard pressed, for a free ride like car theft

I'm a hard head; I gotta chill with Joe Camel

And stick with the liks like a hick in old flannel

The contradiction to turns are y'all niggas spitting a verse?

Is like me smiling while I flip you the bird

I mister disturbed and doctor depression

I got an obsession for seeing police officers stressing

And catching a deep throating actress

Who knows gymnastics and sucks the lubricant off of prophylactics

The facts is, I specialize in crushing brews

I'm Louis Logic nigga, who the fuck are you?



[Verse Three]

I create ????? ????????? of ????? ???????

Something similar to ????? ????????

The faint of heart want to puke on us, my cohorts are so sick

You sold yours sleeping in you ???????? ?????

We throw bricks cause we building, not a lack of skill

Fake cats make a killing in the actor's guild

I got a glass to fill with beer

Sipping while I'm stealing gear whipping a black Cadillac Seville

Niggas asking, "is this cat for real?"

Shit I'm swallowing some Advil pills with a flask that's filled

??? ????? I'm a shoe in, when it comes to spewing confusion

Over-achiever, working on improving my boozing

If you think that that's funny

A drug dealer tried to buy single DAT from me with some crack money

Sonny, my style is new plus improved

Cause I'm Louis Logic, who the fuck are you?