Beastie Boys - Hey Fuck You |
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Hey Fuck You
Beastie Boys Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book? Look give it back you're wicky wack I didn't touch your hand man you know its all ball With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all You sold a few records but don't get slick But when you break it down you've only got 2 songs 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits You've been in the game, your career is long I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen And if you don't like then hey fuck you! I read about you up on page 6 They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed But I suggest you see a dermatologist Now talk about your face now don't get pissed It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak You're hearing me and you're like "oh my god its Sasquatch!" 'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit And if you don't like then hey fuck you! So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself In the animal kingdom they call it presenting The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle Kings County is my stomping ground The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina So don't ask me to wine and dine ya You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam And if you don't like then hey fuck you! |
