Fuck You
loui Lyrics


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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 close the like
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?"

Plain and simple, ordinary Jack's same 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 Indy 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 licks like a hick in old flannel
The contradiction to turns are y'all niggas spitting a verse?
Is like me smiling while I flip you the bird
I mister disturbed and doctor depression
I got an obsession for seeing police officers stressing
And catching a deep throating 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?

I create of
Something similar to
The faint of heart want to puke on us, my cohorts are so sick
You sold yours sleeping in you
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 stealing 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
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 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?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Loui's song "Fuck You" demonstrate an aggressive, confrontational, and unapologetic attitude. Loui describes himself as a "scientist to the rescue" who injects "contaminants from a test-tube" into his enemies. He claims to be "all up in your city like teen mother pregnancy" and boasts that "fiends love my tendency to serve dope." The overall theme of the song seems to be his superiority over others, particularly those who judge him based on his appearance or lack of success.


Throughout the song, Loui uses vivid imagery to convey his rough and violent lifestyle. He talks about starting beef on dark streets and choosing between a hearse or an ambulance for his enemies. He describes himself as "naked wear" with his "words exposed" and claims that he disturbs people with his performances. He also refers to his use of drugs and alcohol, claiming that he chugs a quart of vodka and takes Advil pills with a flask filled with alcohol.


In the end, Loui asks the question "who the fuck are you?" as if to challenge anyone who dares to question his tough demeanor. Overall, the lyrics to "Fuck You" showcase Loui's confidence and his distaste for anyone who doubts his abilities.


Line by Line Meaning

I start beef on dark streets, cursing the transients
I am not afraid to confront people on the street, even those who may not have a permanent home


Take your pick of your latest whip, hearse or an ambulance
You can't compete with me, you'll either end up dead or injured


'Cause I'm a scientist to the rescue
I am confident and capable in any situation


Who wish to infect you with contaminants from a test-tube
I am willing to go to extreme measures to prove my superiority


I pop up on the scene unexpectedly
I show up when and where I please


All up in your city like teen mother pregnancy
I am very involved in my city and have a strong presence


Fiends love my tendency to serve dope
Drug addicts are drawn to me because I provide them with what they want


'Cause I mesh with rap like a pimp in feathered hats and a fur coat
I am a perfect fit for the hip-hop culture


Curtains close the like
I see the end of relationships before they even begin


Lock you up in fresh wears and let you go in dirty clothes
You may start off looking good, but you'll end up in a bad situation


I'm naked wear my words exposed
I am open and honest with my words and actions


Disturbing folks performing bourbon soaked at suburban shows
I am not afraid to offend people with my behavior or language


Alert the pope and you better call a doctor
I am so outrageous that even the Pope and a doctor should be notified


I'm going off my rocker when I chug a quart of vodka
I am prone to wild and erratic behavior when I consume alcohol


And just before the cops come I'll face a hundred dudes
I am not afraid to take on many opponents, even if it means facing legal consequences


Like, "I'm Louis Logic, who the fuck are you?"
I am confident in my identity and superiority


Plain and simple, ordinary Jack's same as nimble
There is nothing special or impressive about common people


Plus you lack the sack if your main veins are thimble
You are weak and cowardly if you can't handle drugs


I hang my head over the pane of windows
I sometimes feel sad or defeated


Throwing up like, L.A. gang signs or graf paint in scribbles
I express myself in unusual or unconventional ways


Blowing up's a far stretch
Becoming successful is unlikely or difficult


With Indy B-sides I'm hard pressed, for a free ride like car theft
I struggle to become known or respected in the music industry


I'm a hard head; I gotta chill with Joe Camel
I am stubborn and set in my ways, but I also need to relax


And stick with the licks like a hick in old flannel
I remain loyal to my craft and traditional ways


The contradiction to turns are y'all niggas spitting a verse?
Your rhymes are nothing in comparison to mine


Is like me smiling while I flip you the bird
I am mocking and belittling you


I mister disturbed and doctor depression
I struggle with mental health issues


I got an obsession for seeing police officers stressing
I enjoy causing trouble for authority figures


And catching a deep throating actress
I enjoy sexual conquests with attractive women


Who knows gymnastics and sucks the lubricant off of prophylactics
I have specific, unconventional sexual desires


The facts is, I specialize in crushing brews
I excel at drinking and consuming alcohol


I'm Louis Logic nigga, who the fuck are you?
I am Louis Logic, a master of hip-hop and you are small and insignificant


I create of
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The faint of heart want to puke on us, my cohorts are so sick
Some people may not be able to handle our behavior or language. I surround myself with similarly outrageous individuals


You sold yours sleeping in you
This line is ambiguous and does not contain coherent meaning


We throw bricks cause we building, not a lack of skill
We are building something great, not simply destroying with no purpose


Fake cats make a killing in the actor's guild
Fake people are successful in show business, but I will not compromise who I am


I got a glass to fill with beer
I am ready to drink and enjoy myself


Sipping while I'm stealing gear whipping a black Cadillac Seville
I am enjoying the luxurious lifestyle, possibly obtained through illegal means


Niggas asking, "is this cat for real?"
People are questioning my authenticity and legitimacy


Shit I'm swallowing some Advil pills with a flask that's filled
This line shows the negative effects of my excessive drinking


I'm a shoe in, when it comes to spewing confusion
I am very good at causing chaos and confusion


Over-achiever, working on improving my boozing
I am always seeking to improve at drinking and consuming alcohol


If you think that that's funny
I am serious about my quest for improvement


A drug dealer tried to buy single DAT from me with some crack money
This line shows the shady and criminal elements of the music industry


Sonny, my style is new plus improved
My style is unique and constantly improving


'Cause I'm Louis Logic, who the fuck are you?
I am superior and dominant in the hip-hop world, and you are nobody




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