| Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
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| Look give it back, you’re wicky wack
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| With your ticky tack calls, didn’t touch you at all
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| I didn’t touch your hand man, you know its all ball
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| You sold a few records, but don’t get slick
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| 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
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| You’ve been in the game, your career is long
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| But when you break it down, you’ve only got two songs
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| MC’s are like clay pigeons and I’m shootin' skeet
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| I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
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| You people call yourselves MC’s, but you’re garbage men
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| Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen
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| And if you don’t like then hey fuck you!
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| Come on in, now I read about you up on page six
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| They was trashin' your ass, it’s sad you’re getting dissed
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| Now talk about your face, now don’t get pissed
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| But I suggest you see a dermatologist
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| I keep that hot sauce hot, not mild and weak
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| It’s gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
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| I’ve got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
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| 'Cause I’ve got more rhymes, than Carl Sagan’s got turtlenecks
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| Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
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| You’re hearing me and you’re like «Oh my god its Sasquatch!»
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| I’m walkin' on water, while you’re stepping in shit
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| So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit
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| And if you don’t like then hey fuck you!
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| So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
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| So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
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| So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
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| So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
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| And if you don’t like then hey fuck you!
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| Sucker MC’s it’s me they’re resenting
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| In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
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| With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
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| The truth is brutal your grandma’s kugel
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| Kings County is my stomping ground
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| The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
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| So don’t ask me to wine and dine ya
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| I’m from Brooklyn you’re from Regina
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| You’re like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
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| You’re just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am?
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| With those lies you’re telling you look like Toucan Sam
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| But my style’s impregnable like the Hoover Dam
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| And if you don’t like then hey fuck you!
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| And if you don’t like then hey fuck you!
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| What a loser |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hey Fuck You , by - Beastie Boys. Song from the album To The 5 Boroughs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп