No good bastards – Tom MacDonald lyrics

Lyrics No good bastards – Tom MacDonald

No good bastards lyrics
I’m not big on fighting these days, but I don’t call the cops
And I’m not big on scrappin’ lately; when I start, I don’t stop
I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk
One more problem might make me kill them all

I’m a heartbreaker, ass kicker
I’m a hot trigger, nasty words
I got two fingers for ass kissers
I’m an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard

Look, it’s no more Mr. Nice Guy, so go ahead and get mad
I’ll show you how easy I turn a tough guy to a dead man
I ain’t your buddy, buddy, haters or obsessed fans
If we were buddies, trust, I crack a Bud just like a red can
Bedpan full of piss and vinegar
Head scan said that I’m not crazy, but I’m similar
Let’s dance, lead hands, homie, you get slept fast
Trust me, you’re a midget, I’m a monster, every slap I throw’s a finisher

I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk
One more problem might make me kill them all

I’m a heartbreaker, ass kicker
I’m a hot trigger, nasty words
I got two fingers for ass kissers
I’m an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard

Turn your ass into a crackhead, you must love gettin’ rocked
Take your door off with the flathead and take everythin’ that you got, ayy whoa
Don’t make me put in my purse, we only Gucci on curbs
You think you bet I’m the worst and your family to church, so baby, don’t get on my nerves
Like, I don’t know about these hoes, all I know’s how we go
We’re non-stop, we’ll reload if you’re talkin’, I see ghosts
You groupie baby, I’m different, think you know hell? Well, I’ll show you it
I was born in hell, Devil knows me well, I returned with a list like Moses did

I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk
One more problem might make me kill them all

I’m a heartbreaker, ass kicker
I’m a hot trigger, nasty words
I got two fingers for ass kissers
I’m an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard

I don’t call for backup, keep those comments to yourself
Bunch of cop call a pussies, ‘fraid to handle shit themselves
We was raised by the wolves, we ain’t afraid to bleed and help
Sort the men from the boys, they have-nots from the wealth
With God as my witness, I’ll leave you where you stand
If you flex, that’s your death, we’re doin’ more than throwing’ hands
You better give me six feet when I come through back the fuck up
Guaranteed to leave you bleeding if you make me back this truck up

I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk
One more problem might make me kill them all

I’m a heartbreaker, ass kicker
I’m a hot trigger, nasty words
I got two fingers for ass kissers
I’m an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastarddd

No good bastards – Tom MacDonald lyrics
No good bastards - Tom MacDonald
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