Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F*ck You, artist - Prozak. Album song Paranormal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.04.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
F*ck You |
Motherfuck you |
Straight up fuck you |
Double fuck you |
Bitch fuck you |
I want this anthem for those who can’t find em |
For them industry who don’t know talent from |
Becoming obvious that they’ve been plotting on us |
Tryna stop us from accomplishing profiting dollars that are ours |
We underground man, we do it ten times harder |
Hella shows, payin' dues we true to life artist |
Hustle mentality with confidence to |
Straight to the top, defy gravity to reach furthest |
It’s in my blood like a deadly venomous element |
And I’ve accapted it look into my eyes it’s evident |
Each and every sentences further to rappin' instead |
I’ve been earnin', deservin' every single chance that I get |
And I can’t help it if you’re hatin' homie |
Let me tell you this: |
I’m one of the hardest rap artists to lyrics when I spit |
My work ethic is set on to everybody admits |
So if you’re talkin' shit on me then you can suck on my dick bitch |
(Fuck you!) To major labels and their whole stuff |
(Bitch fuck you!) To the radio, kiss my ass |
(Motherfuck you!) To the people doubting my craft |
(Straight up you!) For thinkin' you can witness me crashed |
(Double fuck you!) To the haters off in the past |
(I'm like fuck you!) Sneaky little snakes in the grass |
(Never trust you!) Prayin' that I’m comin' in last |
Carefull throwin' all them rocks when you’re livin' in glass |
The heart of an artits is often the hardest to damage |
So careless from being rubbish' is shape shifts to granted |
All you want is to be heard to strike a nerve |
Despite the obsticles that are spiting you with each and every curve |
It’s a paradox a literal pandora’s box |
You often give up everything, regardless if they care or not |
And they being all them people in charts |
CEO’s, major labels sittin', watchin' you starve |
They’re turning ringtone rappers in the national stars |
And makes you mad as hell, smashin' knuckles to scars |
While billboard keeps on grindin' for them phonies at large |
Is got crawling in your skin while they’re claiming them charts |
And it’s never been about the talent |
It’s all about the who’se paying and who will management |
Cause who you are is who you know and that is adamant |
To be successful and relevent, that’s the end of it |
Fuck em I say «to hell with it» |
(Fuck you!) To major labels and their whole stuff |
(Bitch fuck you!) To the radio, kiss my ass |
(Motherfuck you!) To the people doubting my craft |
(Straight up you!) For thinkin' you can witness me crashed |
(Double fuck you!) To the haters off in the past |
(I'm like fuck you!) Sneaky little snakes in the grass |
(Never trust you!) Prayin' that I’m comin' in last |
Carefull throwin' all them rocks when you’re livin' in glass |
Strictly independent, gorilla hustle underground rap phenomene |
I never backdown and I’m back on with the vengence |
The snake and bat has got my back with each and every sentence |
I keep on grindin' and rhymin' it right every second |
Supplying divine lines from my ol' mic, check it |
You look suprised to find em alive but I’m not stressin' |
I won’t comply to your lies and can’t try pride agression |
And did I mention? |
It’s all karma and it’s right from the wine |
Sorta like Mike Tyson I fight night |
I’m hyped till I fight for mine |
The truth hurts like a knife, like a spike in the spine |
And thanks to the talking, you for helping me shine |
(Fuck you!) To major labels and their whole stuff |
(Bitch fuck you!) To the radio, kiss my ass |
(Motherfuck you!) To the people doubting my craft |
(Straight up you!) For thinkin' you can witness me crashed |
(Double fuck you!) To the haters off in the past |
(I'm like fuck you!) Sneaky little snakes in the grass |
(Never trust you!) Prayin' that I’m comin' in last |
Carefull throwin' all them rocks when you’re livin' in glass |