F - U M. F.

So what you got your first deal? Who you signed with, nigga? Epic? Def jam? I don't give a f**k if you're with warner bros. Who you signed with, nigga? Muthaf**kin loud? Interscope, columbia, sony, 550 f**k it if you're with dreamworks And if is, your in-house commercial-a*s producers Can s*ck out the interior out of my d**k Y'all still 75, that ain't no new shit Fake-a*s wanna-be hip-hop shit Don't worry about who the f**k I hang with Jealous muthaf**kas I'm tired of niggas fooling muthaf**kas Actin like they drug dealers All you rappers fantasizin that jewelry and car shit You can pull the speedos and s*ck my d**k Tell your corny fans who believe that shit Lick the back of my a*s quick I'ma shut faggots down Especially muthaf**kas with that gay-a*s production New millenium homo sound Smack the shit out of you for doin that wack-a*s shit you do 50 bodyguards surround you Keepin men that f**k you in the a*s around you Standin like you runnin shit, you ain't the f**kin president Posin with ugly bitches in your video who take aids medicine You don't wanna f**k with me or rock with me Or rhyme on any block with me f**k the rap museum I should be on the wall next to run-d.m.c. Between public enemy Some a*sholes jealous me I don't care no more about your lyrics The average mc is bullshit, I don't hear it f**k you talkin about you rap with a good spirit I make rappers intimidated Over wack-a*s beats they get motivated, some have ministrated Even suburban kids copy your shit and duplicate it My balls you now cherish By some new-a*s mc about to perish Type of muthaf**ka 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, f**k you Stay low, I'm above you Erase your shit, I don't dub you f**k you f**k you Muthaf**ka f**k you Muthaf**ka f**k you Yeah You been rappin for 20'000 years And you ain't got your f**kin deal yet? What the f**k Don't take your problems out on me And the rest of you muthaf**kas Walkin around lookin like some old alien niggas Muthaf**ka, I pull your face off 'bout to show you what the f**k you look like Cause you keep it real Too real muthaf**kin broke 2001 Nobody was sayin that shit when I was payin for them f**kin hot wings Hope you burn your f**kin lips f**k you Muthaf**ka f**k you Muthaf**ka f**k you Muthaf**ka f**k you a*shole