Who the Fuck Are You? by Louis Logic
Who the Fuck Are You? by Louis Logic

Who the Fuck Are You?

Louis Logic * Track #3 On Music to Drink By

Who the Fuck Are You? Lyrics

[Sample: ?]
Who are you?
Who am I? I'm Fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you?

[Intro: Louis Logic]
Yeah, check it out, my man Cimer Amor on the boards
This is your tour guide, Louis Logic, fasten your seat belts

[Verse 1: Louis Logic]
I start beef on dark streets, cursing the transients
Take your pick of your latest whip, hearse or an ambulance
'Cause I'm a scientist to the rescue
Who wish to infect you with contaminants from a test tube

I pop up on the scene unexpectedly
All up in your city like teen mother pregnancy
Fiends love my tendency to serve dope
'Cause I mesh with rap like a pimp in feathered hats and a fur coat

Curtains closed, I'm a cop like Serpico
Who'll lock you up in fresh wears and let you go in dirty clothes
I'm naked, wear my words exposed
Disturbing folks performing bourbon-soaked at suburban shows

Alert the pope and you better call a doctor
I'm going off my rocker when I chug a quart of vodka
And just before the cops come I'll face a hundred dudes
Like, "I'm Louis Logic, who the fuck are you?"

[Scratches]
(Who the fuck are you?)
(Who the fuck are you?)
(Who the fuck are you?)
(Who the fuck are you?)

[Verse 2: Louis Logic]
Yeah, Check, check
Plain and simple, ordinary Jack's ain't as nimble
Plus you lack the sack if your main veins are thimble
I hang my head over the pane of windows
Throwing up like, L.A. gang signs or graf paint in scribbles

Blowing up's a far stretch, with indie B-sides
I'm hard pressed for a free ride like car theft
I'm a hard head, I gotta chill with Joe Camel
And stick with the liqs like a hick in old flannel

The contradiction in terms, to y'all niggas spitting a verse?
Is like me smiling while I flip you the bird
I'm mister disturbed and doctor depression
I got an obsession for seeing police officers stressing

And catching a deepthroating actress
Who knows gymnastics
And sucks the lubricant off of prophylactics
The facts is, I specialize in crushing brews
I'm Louis Logic nigga, who the fuck are you?

[Scratches]
(Who the fuck are you?)
(Who the fuck are you?)
(Who the fuck are you?)
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[Verse 3: Louis Logic]
Yo, yo, check it out
I create new constructs of lewd conduct
Something similar to "Luke on dust"
The faint of heart want to puke on us, my cohorts are so sick
Your sawed shorts, sleeping and your futon rust

We throw bricks 'cause we building, not a lack of skill
Fake cats make a killing in the actor's guild
I got a glass to fill with beer, sipping while I'm still in gear
Whipping a black Cadillac Seville

Niggas asking, "Is this cat for real?"
Shit, I'm swallowing some Advil pills with a flask that's filled
As a meal, I'm a shoe-in, when it comes to spewing confusion
Over-achiever, working on improving my boozing

If you think that that's funny, a drug dealer
Tried to buy my single DAT from me with some crack money
Sonny, my style is new plus improved
'Cause I'm Louis Logic, who the fuck are you?

[Scratches]
(Who the fuck are you?)
(Who the fuck are you?)
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Who the Fuck Are You? Q&A

Who wrote Who the Fuck Are You?'s ?

Who the Fuck Are You? was written by Louis Logic.

Who produced Who the Fuck Are You?'s ?

Who the Fuck Are You? was produced by Cimer Amor.

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