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I should tell you right now, i'm no good
i'm no good, so I guess I should
I should tell you right now, i'm no good
i'm no good at this rapping shit
So I like to gloat a little, ain't I earned write
i'ma go and get a pistol, turn this to a fight
right hook induced coma, hello, good night
might look confused sober... but a mellow mood
might brighten up your day, mic check and we say
1 to the 2, 1 to the 1, 2
i'm a moon light diamond..shine right it
ease through your shades, dangling on your window
and the same goes for those, cliff hanging on your nose
hanging which ya bros, we know how it goes
a lot of close encounters of the closeted kind
i'd head to bank to deposit what I find
to my surprise, they only take pay stubs
utterly confused they don't know what the fuck
to do with your failed dreams and dysfunctional love
but I ain't much better off buying food with friendships
whats the consensus, i'm fucked at the fences
swinging for penmanship, and anything less is
definite-ly, not enough for me
Yo, who the fuck thought this would be cool to do, feels
like i'm getting sucked off, by a cork screw
and that sucks more than 8 dudes in lakeview
and for prospective, that's at least 8 gay dudes
but don't get it twisted, don't get it confused
it's just a more like likely metaphor than saying something
like 8 dudes in Englewood and I ain't got a problem
with either hood (white boy good!)
black kids love me cause i'm not afraid of them
and their skin for a false fucking reason...
white kids love me cause I don't give a fuck
I guess they figure i've got shit to teach them...
I don't know about anyone else, but I doubt they like my music
though all the ladies love cause i'm weird and confusing
I should tell you right now, i'm no good
i'm no good, so I guess I should
(x2)
I should tell you right now, i'm no good
i'm no good at this rappin shit (slurred)
i'm not good at this rapping shit (nerdy)
i'm not good at rapping? SHIT! (nerdy and confused)
what the fuck am I doing, misconstruing processes
missed what sign said, misusing objects
and prospects on projects, speaking into a mic
ha ha ha HA, na that's nonsense
beat em over the head instead they get the point faster
here's my 58, it doubles as a hammer
(beating over the head, someone yelling)
I get it, your Genesis, you rock a mic right
if you hold it too tight, you might crush it in spite
of your love for it. You're god damn right
now solo that track, save it and export it
yo, YO what the fuck are you doing, that's the mute button...you stu- I don't give a shit
do you want them to know? That i'm a good rapper
yeah, it seems like you're fuckin up,
acting like you've never worked pro tools before
yeah, oh yeah, sure, you trying to make me look stupid Gunny
no no genesis that's not it at all
it's just that you should probably tell them now
tel-tell them what,
what should I tell them?
Th-th-th-th oh, oh mother fucker, you think they don't know that?
That you're no good
mother fucker they know that
you think they'd be listening if they didn't know that I was NO good
get the fuck outta the studio
grab me a sandwich while your crying
and there better not be any tears on my god damn sandwich!
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