Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song F-U M.F. , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Matthew, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 26.07.2000
Record label: funky ass, Threshold
Song language: English
F-U M.F. |
| So what you got your first deal? |
| Who you signed with, nigga? |
| Epic? |
| Def Jam? |
| I don’t give a fuck if you’re with Warner Bros |
| Who you signed with, nigga? |
| Muthafuckin Loud? |
| Interscope, Columbia, Sony, 550 |
| Fuck it if you’re with Dreamworks |
| And a few of you in-house commercial-ass producers |
| Can suck out the interior out of my dick |
| Y’all still 75, that ain’t no new shit |
| Fake-ass wanna-be hip-hop shit |
| Don’t worry about who the fuck I hang with |
| Jealous muthafuckas |
| I’m tired of niggas fooling muthafuckas |
| Actin like they drug dealers |
| All you rappers fantasizin that jewelry and car shit |
| You can pull the Speedos and suck my dick |
| Tell your corny fans who believe that shit |
| Lick the back of my ass quick |
| I’mma shut faggots down |
| Especially muthafuckas with that gay-ass production |
| New millenium homo sound |
| Smack the shit out of you for doin that wack-ass shit you do |
| 50 bodyguards surround you |
| Keepin men that fuck you in the ass around you |
| Standin like you runnin shit, you ain’t the fuckin President |
| Posin with ugly bitches in your video who take AIDS medicine |
| You don’t wanna fuck with me or rock with me |
| Or rhyme on any block with me |
| Fuck the rap museum |
| I should be on the wall next to Run-D.M.C |
| Between Public Enemy |
| Some asshole was jealous of me |
| I don’t care no more about your lyrics |
| The average MC is bullshit, I don’t hear it |
| Fuck you talkin about you rap with a good spirit |
| I make rappers intimidated |
| Over wack-ass beats they get motivated, some have ministrated |
| Even suburban kids copy your shit and duplicate it |
| My balls you now cherish |
| By some new-ass MC about to perish |
| Type of muthafucka to eat a lotta celery |
| Your CD was butter-soft — what you tellin me? |
| A bunch of 'N Sync type of fans hyped you up like Bill Bellamy |
| A bitch like you would rhyme with a curfew |
| Niggas with real shit will hurt you |
| The girl scout club I refer you |
| Bastard you |
| Your man rap, new nigga, he’s wack, fuck you |
| Stay low, I’m above you |
| Erase your shit, I don’t dub you |
| FUCK YOU |
| FUCK YOU |
| Muthafucka |
| FUCK YOU |
| Muthafucka |
| FUCK YOU |
| Yeah |
| You been rappin for 20'000 years |
| And you ain’t got your fuckin deal yet? |
| What the fuck |
| Don’t take your problems out on me |
| And the rest of you muthafuckas |
| Walkin around lookin like some old alien niggas |
| Muthafucka, I pull your face off |
| 'bout to show you what the fuck you look like |
| Cause you keep it real |
| Too real muthafuckin broke |
| Nobody was sayin that shit when I was payin for them fuckin hot wings |
| Hope you burn your fuckin lips |
| FUCK YOU |
| Muthafucka |
| FUCK YOU |
| Muthafucka |
| FUCK YOU |
| Muthafucka |
| FUCK YOU |
| ASSHOLE |