USELESS Lyrics – Freddie Dredd

Read the full USELESS lyrics by Freddie Dredd along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Freddie Dredd’s music, you can also explore PURSUIT and PURE HATE, two other songs by Freddie Dredd.

[Intro]
Doomshop, motherfu*ker
Mo—Motherfu*ker
Who—who—who the fu*k you think you are? B!tch, you fu*king ain’t
Welcome to the underworld where everybody lo— Who the fu*k—
Who the fu*k you think you are? B!tch, you fu*king ain’t
Welcome to the underworld where everybody lo— Who the fu*k—
Who the—

[Verse 1]
Now looking back at these racks, they always call me Jack
With some ragged to a pu*sy, little pu*sy, selling pu*sy

I don’t need it, I ain’t beating, c’mon man, I’m fu*king beating
I ain’t blind, thought I swore I was too alone, so I fu*king broke
So beat you damn hard, I’m paranoid, look at me, I’m taller, boy
I’m a pack that got a Tony Boy
You see my dumb ass on the stage, look at my fu*king face
What’s inside the lemonade? Extra sugar, need a raise
Bass is booming from the back, grandpa had a heart attack
Sample that you hear the kick, kick would kill a silly b!tch

[Verse 2]
Look who Lisa on the wallop, kicking the dojo with his combo
Hopping from a wallop, look at Tony Romo
We the rock, pass the block
On the block with heavy shots
Murder me, fight me please, tell me, b!tch, you want no species
Ways to sweat, ways to play, whitz up, bag, b!tch, I’m fading on your knees
Can you not fu*king stop? You’s a useless
Doomshop, motherfu*ker

[Refrain]
Ayy, whitz up, bag
You’s a useless, b!tcha bop’a
B!tch—b!tch—b!tch
Useless, b!tcha bop’a
Ayy, whitz up, bag

Yous are useless, b!tcha bop’a
B!tch—b!tch—b!tch—
Useless—

[Outro]
Doomshop, motherfu*ker
Doomshop, motherfu*ker
Mo—Motherfu*ker
Doomshop, motherfu*ker (Fu*ker, fu*ker, fu*ker)