1. Tuesday, December 10, 2002

    Fuck ’em 

    (Akshen/Lil J/Willie D)


    “Fuck em, fu-fu-fuck fuck em all”

    “I bury those cockroaches”

    “What’d they ever do for us?”

    “I bury those cockroaches”

    “Fuck you, mang!”

    [Willie D]

    I gotta bone to pick cause I’m sick

    Of you motherfuckers talkin shit

    We pick you up, you put us down and I’m mad

    Time to talk about your dog ass


    Jealous motherfuckers it seems wanna suck a dick

    “How do you do em?” Fuck em up like a cardiac

    So if your curious get a blood donor

    Cause I’mma fuck you up so bad, that you’re momma won’t know ya

    I pity the fool who diss the mastermind of wreckin shit

    Now let me tell ya somethin bitch

    Get yaself headstone and a box of pine

    Cause when I catch up with ya, ya ass is mine

    The line is drawn, word is bond

    The motherfuckers who crossed it are dead and gone.

    Punk motherfuckers gonna suck a dick


    [Bushwick Bill]

    “Yeah money”


    what you think about this bullshit?

    [Bushwick Bill]

    Fuck those unknown motherfuckers

    With a 10 foot pole that can’t touch us

    Before the Geto Boys came around

    You can’t front their clout, H-town was no town

    Yeah we know you still skeptic

    Cause we ain’t kissin no God damn ass to be accepted

    And if you’re waitin on that to happen sucka

    You’ll be a waitin motherfucker.

    Shit outta luck, stuck and got fucked

    Fo’s up to those who down with us

    And to you other mothafuckas in the atmosphere

    I’m sayin fuck you loud and clear


    [Bushwick Bill]

    Radios, newspapers, TVs

    Spreadin lies across the seven seas

    Many people thought we couldn’t endure

    Niggaz are buyin now they ain’t so sure

    “Billboard” has us check out our status

    I don’t understand you hoes, whats the matter

    [Willie D]

    The motherfuckers are sick

    Constipated, cold fulla shit

    They tried to keep us off the market

    Straight up hoe shit, they had to stock it

    My bank don’t pat no monkeys

    Cause I kick mo’ ass than a donkey

    I gotta pump but I will jump

    Yous a punk or a one-on-one ya run to the trunk

    If you’re motherfuckin fear looks at you

    I’m Willie D and I came to say, Fuck you!

    Fuck you has been stated by the underground master

    Show me a hacidity bitch and I’ll blast her

    Fuck you is what ourselves should do

    And spit on ya nasty ass when I’m through

    You don’t like me, cause what ya see is a figure

    I’m a for real ass nigga

    I won’t iron your clothes or pay rent at your place

    There ain’t a damn thing baby about my face

    [Bushwick Bill]

    The whole faculty’s on crack

    You say I can’t wear my hat, but yo, fuck that

    You call yourself teacher, but whats bein taught?

    How to fuck kids and not get caught?

    How can your teacher reach ya

    They’re too busy in the halls tryin to fuck the other teachers.

    [Ready Red]

    Fuck the motherfuckin critics,

    Fuck newspapers

    Fuck the radio stations

    And fuck your parents against rap

    We buried ya fuckin cockroaches

    [Willie D]

    To every motherfucker who diss my crew

    I’m sayin fuck you, now what you hoes wanna do?

    I got an arsenal in my Blazer for instance

    Some shit that’ll shake the ground so keep ya distance

    Parents confiscate my tapes

    Sendin letters and shit talkin bout how they hate

    The album controversy’s they’re rebellin

    I don’t give a fuck cause the shits still sellin

    So this is how the D’ll respond

    I’mma cuss my ass off for your daughters and sons

    And if you don’t like it, spouse,

    You can suck my dick until your lips fall off

    I’ve had it up to here with this bullshit

    To each I preach without a pulpit

    Calls I don’t do, nails I don’t chew

    Whenever I fix my mouth to say, FUCK YOU

    [Al Pacino]

    “I bury those cockroaches”

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