Phuk U

Lyrics

[Chorus] Fuck You Fuck You Fuck You Fuck You Okay, fuck You Fuck You Fuck You Fuck (Yo) You (Yo, ayo) Okay [Verse 1] Nobody can flow with Bis, rock a show with Bis Or go toe to toe with Bis, none of y'all can coexist We livin' in an Ice Age and its cold as shit A hundred thousand dollar price range, niggas is frozen stiff All I know is this, my felt tip hotter than hell get A hundred eighty-six thousand miles per sec can melt flesh Give a nigga a tan Aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand While I promote that new Canibus jam Niggas feel it underground with stalactites hangin' from the ceiling I'm out on tour with 30 city trips Every state it's like bitches be bulimic for dicks Screamin' the chorus half-unconscious, I hold my cordless Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest While the people go insane for us I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I ain't payin for it I freestyle the whole set, kickin' a hundred bars nigga, fuck who's on next Fuck you! [Chorus] Fuck You Fuck You Okay, fuck You Fuck You Fuck You Fuck You Okay [Verse 2] (Fuck) Them extra niggas that's always around you (Fuck) Niggas that talk about you and try to clown you (Fuck) Niggas you run into that never did nuttin' for you (Fuck) Niggas that's lyin' tellin' people they discovered you (Okay, fuck) Niggas that's jealous cause you nicer than them Don't give a (fuck) who you offend, you gotta fight 'til the end If you (fuck) a groupie chicken when you out on tour Smoke a little bit of weed with her then (fuck) her some more Tell her to bring three friends so you can (fuck) all four Menage-a-trios, what the (fuck) she expect you, a dog? Almighty God blessed you with a dick and two balls So if you like to (fuck) pussy, that don't mean that you wrong Unless you (fuck) it raw dog I (fuck) a nappy dugout, bust in her mouth Kick her the (fuck) out She'll cuss me out like [Chorus] Fuck You Fuck You Okay, fuck You Fuck You Fuck You Fuck You [Verse 3] Yo, yo, your superstar status don't mean shit to me Lyrically, sucker emcees still get fricasseed Try to diss me now, how you sound? Yo, whoever signed you must be runnin' the circus 'cause you a clown You a rapper with a drug habit, hidin' the truth Camouflaging ya needle tracks with some colorful tattoos You was never equipped for this, never equipped to spit with Bis I'm swift as shit, let me point out the main differences You magnificent, I'm mic-nificent Yo, I'd even go out on a limb with it, say you write a little bit That don't make you a tight lyricist Cause you don't practice or stick with it Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend with this I never quit, I got a gift for the art A low maintenance cost, no physical movin' parts In '98, niggas thought I was God, how the fuck did that change? I'm still one of the illest niggas in the game So look inside yourself and tell me what you see If you see a hungry nigga then you lookin' at me And its aight if you don't trust me 'cause I don't trust you As a matter of fact I'll probably buss you, motherfucker (okay), fuck you! [Chorus] Fuck You Fuck You Fuck You Fuck You Okay, fuck You (for real!) Fuck You (nigga!) Fuck You (bitch!) Fuck You, okay