Lyrics Fee Fi fo Fum - Denace

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