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Correct Hey F*?# You Lyrics
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Correct Hey F*?# You
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Which one of you schnooks took my rhyme book? Look, give it back, you're wicky wack With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all I didn't touch your hand, man, you know it's all ball You sold a few records but don't get slick 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits You've been in the game, your career is long But when you really break it down, you've only got two songs Mc's are like clay pigeons when I'm shootin' skeet I just yell "Pull" and Mike drops the beat You people call yourselves mc's but you're garbage men Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen And if you don't like it then, hey, fuckk you Now, I read about you up on page six They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed Now talk about your face, now don't get pissed But I suggest you see a dermatologist I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex 'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch You're hearing me and you're like, "Oh, my God, it's Sasquatch" I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in s*** So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit And if you don't like it then, hey, fuck you So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself And if you don't like it then, hey, fuck you Sucker mc's it's me they're resenting In the animal kingdom they call it presenting With the dipsy doodle, the kit and caboodle The truth is brutal, your grandma's kugel Kings County is my stomping ground The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown So don't ask me to wine and dine ya I'm from Brooklyn, you're from Regina You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam You're just yellin' and wildin', wondering who I am With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam My style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam And if you don't like it then, hey, fuck you And if you don't like it then, hey, fuck you
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