Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Good, artist - Plan B.
Date of issue: 25.06.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Good |
Turn of the mic and my headphones please |
Cos I’m about to tear this shit up |
I’ll stab you in the eye yo, with a fucking biro |
The same fucking biro you just used to sign your giro |
You fucking wino don’t fucking cross my line yo |
I’ll hit you so hard your arse will hit the floor in Cairo |
I know how to take your life and make you die yo |
So watch your fucking step and where you place your fucking eyes bro |
I fight loads heavy though I look like a light load I bite bro |
I won’t sink my teeth into you twice but thrice bro |
It ain’t nice bro like when you got lice bro |
I’m ice cold, like a mother fucking ice pole |
Don’t make me tell you twice bro |
Live-o, I’m live-o |
Sideshow, I’m phsyco |
Bad, but not in the same way as Michael |
I’m archetypal shameless like that guy from Grand Disciple’s |
Hi all my names Ben like Nigel |
I’m sick enough to start shit and hit hard |
Like I spit bars pick up a dart and stab you in your eyeball |
When I ride mics I ride them on my lonesome |
The best thing since sliced bread my lyrics them are wholesome |
I don’t need no-one else when I rap |
Taking up room on my track, if they ain’t good to me |
That’s no good to me |
I don’t no need nobody |
(That's no good to me.) |
Don’t need no-one |
That’s no good to me |
That’s no good to me |
I don’t no need nobody |
(That's no good to me.) |
Don’t need no-one |
That’s no good to me |
I’ll never stop rhyming, like |
I ain’t the silent type |
I’m the violent type |
With a vicious bite like Iron Mike’s |
Fuck the Isle of Wight — could never live the quiet life |
I’m too used to drunken nights that end in fights and ultraviolet lights |
So pass me a glass of ice and fill it up with liquor |
Make sure you make it a double so I get drunk quicker |
Only drink spirits, don’t give a fuck about my liver; |
The only reason I don’t drink pints is cause I’m trying to watch my figure |
I’m an angry little man with a plan who just don’t give a damn |
Pissed at God cause he won’t make my dick bigger |
Am I real or am I just a thick wigger? |
Fuck what you think, I’ll still smoke you like a cigger' |
Watch cats cotch back, cock back, pull the trigger |
Trigger, Pow! |
I’m too sick to give a shit about mans who want to see me down and out man |
I’m stirring up bare shit without a doubt man |
I’m representing rap like it’s supposed to be: |
Spit bars so harsh you can’t cope with me |
That’s how its supposed to be you can’t cope with B |
That’s no good to me |
I don’t no need nobody |
(That's no good to me.) |
Don’t need no-one |
That’s no good to me |
That’s no good to me |
I don’t no need nobody |
(That's no good to me.) |
Don’t need no-one |
That’s no good to me |
(That's no good to me.) |
I’m real sick of hearing these pricks talk shit |
Just cause they roll with a clique think they won’t get their throats slit |
I make blood drip |
Every lyric I spit Leaving MCs deader than the skin on my dick (Oh shit!) |
That’s why I laugh when they start talking out their arse |
About how this phase will pass quote ''Plan B will never last'' |
That’s why I chuckle when they get signed then they buckle |
Cause they can’t take the pressure never the less I still laugh |
Believe I ain’t no quitter |
Nor would I be bitter if my label dropped me I’d just go on sicker |
Change my name to Kunt with a capital K |
Like kids today I’ll just spray abuse in your fucking face |
Like a fat kid who’s had no lunch |
Throw a punch, make your nose crunch and your lip bust |
So blood shines off your lips boss like you were wearing lip gloss |
I shit not I’m a one man clan, one man band |
Just gi’mme one mic and one mic stand |
One guitar for me to strum with my right hand |
The same right hand that’ll pick up a knife and start to slice mans |
Make them die a painful death such as a slow one, cause I don’t need no-one |
(That's no good to me.) |
And that’s the way of it |
Although I’m only spraying shit just for the sake of saying it |
So you know I don’t play and shit |
I’m thinking dark thoughts everyday and shit |
Now what’s my fucking name? |
Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name’s Plan B and I rap 'n' sing sing |
sing |
Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name’s Plan B and I rap 'n' sing sing |
sing |
Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name’s Plan B and I rap 'n' sing sing |
sing |
Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name’s Plan B |
Yeah, no good |
That’s no good to me |
I don’t no need nobody |
(That's no good to me.) |
Don’t need no-one |
That’s no good to me |
(That's no good to me.) |
That’s no good to me |
I don’t no need nobody |
(That's no good to me.) |
Don’t need no-one |
That’s no good to me |
(That's no good to me.) |
That’s no good to me |
I don’t no need nobody |
Don’t need no-one |
That’s no good to me. |
That's no good to me |
I don’t no need nobody |
Don’t need no-one |
That’s no good to me |
To me |
To me |
No, no, no |
That’s no good |
To me |
No good |
Yeah |