Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey F*?# You, artist - Beastie Boys. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Hey F*?# You |
| Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book? |
| Look give it back, you’re wicky wack |
| With your ticky tack calls, didn’t touch you at all |
| I didn’t touch your hand man, you know its all ball |
| You sold a few records, but don’t get slick |
| 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits |
| You’ve been in the game, your career is long |
| But when you break it down, you’ve only got two songs |
| MC’s are like clay pigeons and I’m shootin' skeet |
| I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat |
| 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! |
| Come on in, now I read about you up on page six |
| They was trashin' your ass, it’s sad you’re getting dissed |
| Now talk about your face, now don’t get pissed |
| But I suggest you see a dermatologist |
| I keep that hot sauce hot, not mild and weak |
| It’s gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak |
| I’ve got billions and billions of rhymes to flex |
| 'Cause I’ve got more rhymes, than Carl Sagan’s got turtlenecks |
| Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch |
| You’re hearing me and you’re like «Oh my god its Sasquatch!» |
| 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 |
| So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself |
| So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself |
| So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself |
| And if you don’t like then hey fuck you! |
| Sucker MC’s it’s me they’re resenting |
| In the animal kingdom they call it presenting |
| With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle |
| The truth is brutal your grandma’s kugel |
| Kings County is my stomping ground |
| The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown |
| So don’t ask me to wine and dine ya |
| I’m from Brooklyn you’re from Regina |
| You’re like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam |
| You’re just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am? |
| With those lies you’re telling you look like Toucan Sam |
| But my style’s impregnable like the Hoover Dam |
| And if you don’t like then hey fuck you! |
| And if you don’t like then hey fuck you! |
| What a loser |