Up to No Good - Louis Logic

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, its 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