Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fee Fi fo Fum , by - Denace. Song from the album The Final Chapter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.12.2015
Record label: Denace
Song language: English
Fee Fi fo Fum |
| ''Oh my God!" |
| Who’s he think he is Slim Shady? |
| Marshall Mathers?'' |
| ''Get off his dick'' |
| ''Oh man, you’re nobody'' |
| They so hate me right now |
| ''Fuck you, Nasty'' |
| What shall I do? |
| ''Get a record deal, my ass'' |
| I love it, ha |
| Hey, yo Raz, fucker, Vonex, they can’t top this |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| I smell the blood of a jealous man |
| I smell the blood of a jealous man |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| Be alive or be he dead |
| I’ll have his bones to rye my bread, rye my bread |
| Boo-Hoo-Hoo |
| Ow, they wanna hate me, let 'em hate me |
| They wanna diss me, let 'em blaze me (Fuck you) |
| You ain’t Eminem, you ain’t Shady (Hi) |
| You just mad at yourself cause you ain’t me (Oh) |
| They wanna frisk me down to my nut-sack (Oooh) |
| Pass the K wire, show me where the butts at |
| I’ma rape em, show em where the cunts at (Ughh) |
| A bunch of pussies I’m dealing with, dumb ass (Bitches) |
| Put your hands down, this ain’t a club banger (Sit down) |
| This is what I call killing some dumb haters |
| Go cry to your mommy’s, munchkins (ahh!) |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| I smell the blood of a jealous man |
| I smell the blood of a jealous man |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| Be alive or be he dead |
| I’ll have his bones to rye my bread, rye my bread |
| Boo-Hoo-Hoo |
| Look at these eyes, greener than Kermit |
| License to kill and he just got this permit |
| I’m sicker than cancer, nobody can cure it (No) |
| Who are you clowns, back in your circus |
| Enter the center, they call me the blender (Oh) |
| Chopping and leaving your body right next to |
| Your head and your arms and your arms in your rectum (Aha) |
| I am the predator and you are my victim |
| I will defend the content of my lyrics |
| You can keep talking like little dumb bitches |
| You are so wrong if you think I’m gonna quit this (No) |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| I smell the blood of a jealous man |
| I smell the blood of a jealous man |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| Be alive or be he dead |
| I’ll have his bones to rye my bread, rye my bread |
| Boo-Hoo-Hoo |
| I am so raw when I’m repping, you feel it |
| They say that I suck and my style is upbringing |
| Haters be loving, too scared to admit it |
| Boiling up like an egg in a skillet |
| Boy is he tough enough for not being offended |
| Talking that jack but still spinning my record |
| Isn’t it crazy how envy effects 'em |
| Let them keep talking, they want their attention |
| Envy me baby cause baby I love it |
| Tell me you hate me, I’ll tell you to suck it |
| Look at this finger, I’ll tell you to shove it |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| I smell the blood of a jealous man |
| I smell the blood of a jealous man |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| Fi fi fo fum |
| Be alive or be he dead |
| I’ll have his bones to rye my bread, rye my bread |
| Boo-Hoo-Hoo |
| Jesus, aha |
| Oh my God look at these fucking haters |
| I wave to em and I blow em a kiss |
| And I’m like ''hey, how y’all doing'' |
| I’m doing great and it pisses em off and I love it |
| I’m out-out |
| ''Fuck you, Nasty, fuck you'' |
| ''Fuck you, Nasty'' |
| ''I fucking hate him'' |
| ''He's fucking stupid, I hate him'' |
| ''He's… Fuck him'' |
| ''I'm like ''I have a CD in my CD player but I still fucking hate him'' |
| ''What's he want from me, fuck him'' |
| ''Let's go bother him, I’m bored'' |
| ''I'm fucking bored'' |
| 'Let's get on the internet and talk shit, come on'' |
| ''Fuck him'' |
| ''Fuck you, Nasty'' |
| Shh, I like you |