Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Fuck You, artist - Beastie Boys. Album song To The 5 Boroughs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Capitol Records Release
Song language: English
Hey Fuck 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 |