F - U M. F. Lyrics - Matthew - Kool Keith

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 if is, your 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 

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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'ma 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 assholes jealous 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 

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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 

2001 

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