Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good For Nothing, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song Drinking From The Sun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hilltop Hoods
Song language: English
Good For Nothing |
I’m no good; |
yes I’m no good |
Let me tell you no good, girl I’m no good |
I’m no good for nothing |
Get 'em P! |
Problematic child from a god abandoned isle |
Where Hip Hop is like a convict on a standing trial |
Dropping havoc I’ll rock the planet wild |
Till they shoot me in a movie Hong Kong combatant style |
Plastic rapping and disposable culture |
Poet or solider, falter and get thrown to the vultures |
We wear our scars like a badge of honour sewn in the shoulder |
Cross the unknown, rock alone like the coast of Gibraltar |
Looking over my shoulder, radio and payola |
Keep us alien on air like being flown by Travolta |
Flow with a vocal assault of the microphone and controller |
Harder to handle than a loaded revolver coated with sulphur |
You in a house made of glass throwing a boulder |
But never see the light of day car like car motors on solar |
Going for broke don’t mean you’re going broke for the culture |
We’d hang ourselves given rope and pergola |
I’m no good; |
yes I’m no good |
Let me tell you no good, girl I’m no good |
I’m no good for nothing |
And I might be no good but when I seize the mic |
I can spit it like, like (Jesus Christ) |
I’m no good; |
yes I’m no good |
Let me tell you no good, girl I’m no good |
I’m no good for nothing |
And I might be no good but when I seize the mic |
I can spit it like, like (Jesus Christ) |
Beast of burden, carry the weight |
I got divorced from reality to marry the break |
In a bally and cape, I get carried away |
Like a cadaver on a battlefield, make barriers break |
Man my chariot waits; |
I can’t stay for the gala |
Music is dead, fames alive Lady Gaga |
They complain about the drama go |
Play the martyr role better than Mohammed Atta |
Suffa, grimy as Calcutta |
Beat you single-handed like Def Leppard’s drummer |
I’m about to blow like meth on the cooker |
Leaving me with mic’s like leaving pets with the butcher |
Don’t put a foot wrong, think for a good long minute |
(Shut your mouth) put a foot-long in it |
You’re dealing with one of the best to bust so |
Tyler Durden, don’t beat yourself up bro |
I’m no good; |
yes I’m no good |
Let me tell you no good, girl I’m no good |
I’m no good for nothing |
And I might be no good but when I seize the mic |
I can spit it like, like (Jesus Christ) |
I’m no good; |
yes I’m no good |
Let me tell you no good, girl I’m no good |
I’m no good for nothing |
And I might be no good but when I seize the mic |
I can spit it like, like (Jesus Christ) |
I am bad bad bad |
If you can feel me |
They say I am no good |
I am bad bad bad |
If you can feel me |
They say I am no good |
Feelin' better |
Feelin' better |
Feelin' better |
Feelin' better |
I know |