Louis Logic - Rule By A Fool lyrics

[Intro] I was the guy you once knew as a jerk Who made records on the side, now I do it as work So you BET that I take pride in throwin' you in the dirt You would too, if you knew what it's worth [Verse 1] Uhh! I'm a businessman in the truest sense (Yeah) 'Cause every time my song's too intense, and cause you offense I record a few cents in my bank book (Uh-huh) So I can afford a few gents starin' at me with blank looks (Oww!) You don't like that I sang hooks, and think I ought to be spittin' Like I don't carry on the tradition? Well I don't give a care for your sorry opinion I just came here to borrow your women; and now all of ya grinnin' (Hahahaha) You only like when I'm bein' rude Shame on you for bringin' out the fight in a decent dude "But everybody likes to see a good beatin', Lou" We'll see how much you like when the fight's between me and you (Oooh) And I don't need to do physical harm (Okay) My evil tunes got their own miserable charm (Uh-huh) So when I spin a few yarns in your psyche (Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!) If you aren't in tight jeans, you're likely to shart on your Nikes (Ya know...) [Chorus] You won't find me in a trendy nightclub I spend my nights buzzed at friendly dyke pubs (Ohh! Ohh!) White suds and not a sign of Cristal If you're an AA sponsor, you won't find me at all (Nope!) You'll never catch me in a bracelet or necklace That's worth more money than the place where I rest is (Hooo!) I traded my desk in for rhymin' on tour And now my grimey old boss can't find me at all (Oooooowwweeee!) [Verse 2] Yo, Yo...I'm one short tick, from some poor kid gettin' his heart broke Feelin' like he's breathin' cigar smoke (Hahaha) 'Cause cars don't make you cool (Uh-uhh) Nor does success when you neglect to graduate from school (Nah) I hate to fuel all you criminal guys' continued demise But oops! Wait a minute, I lied (Oops!) I love to see you squirm as I minimalize and trivialize In rhymes I'm deliverin' live (Yeah!) 'Cause I've got news for you, buckeroo (Uhh! Uhh!) Whatever you s**as do tonight, tomorrow you'll still wake up as you (Yooou) What to do when your toughness proves To be a teenage phase you suffered through 'till you're twenty-two? (Awww!) You're stuck with Lou, you can love me or loathe me (Uhh...) I'm plannin' on stickin' around and becomin' and oldie (OG!) They told me to get gone, I'm too damn headstrong (Yeah, c'mon!) One hundred and ten songs later, what went wrong? (C'mon! Okay!) [Chorus] You won't find me with a gun or a knife Threatenin' somebody's life, sellin' d**, or in fights (Hooo! Hooo!) It just doesn't excite me to wind up in court That's why the guys on the force can't find me at all (Nope!) You'll never catch me on the pop charts In the back of a cop car, next to a has-been rock star (Hooo! Hooo!) I'm not part of the celebrity grind I'm the truly genuine kind that you're desperate to find (Oooooowwweeee!) [Verse 3] Do the math, you can add up the factors Lou's as bad as rappers actin' like actors You all s** a set of sweaty old blue-balled nuts I suggest you go back home and practice Fact is, your wackness sticks with you Whether you switch to new sports, or record a disc or two Keanu, nobody listens to the rock you write They never give it to athletes on Oscar night You gotta like how they create new things To make you think you're wrong for sayin' they DO stink "Oh, you're a hater? Don't hate, congratulate!" Alright, we'll celebrate when you make a track that's great, deal? (Duhh...) Don't hold your breath unless you were admittin' (Right?) That the smell is straight litter box used by a kitten (Eww!) All of you fake actors, athletes, and loser musicians (Yeah! Yeah!) Should get the pink slip and lose your positions (See ya!) [Outro] Oh, okay...hahahahaha.. J.J. Brown, Louis Logic Uhh! Uhh! Yo, you do your thing man.. Do your thing Yo Danny, somebody stop him, man "Youuuu won't find me there Youuuu won't find me...at all"