Good For Nothing - Hilltop Hoods

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