Текст песни Geto Boys - Fuck `Em
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(CHORUS)"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 man!"[Willie D]I gotta bone to pick cause I`m sickOf you motherfuckers talkin shitWe pick you up, you put us down and I`m madTime to talk about your dog ass[Scarface]Jealous motherfuckers its seems wanna try the Ak`"How do you do em?" Fuck em up like a cardiacSo if your curious get a blood donorCause I`mma fuck you up so bad, that you`re momma won`t know yaI pity the fool who diss the mastermind of wreckin shitNow let me tell ya somethin bitchGet yaself headstone and a box of pineCause when I catch up with ya, ya ass is mineThe line is drawn word is bondThe motherfuckers who crossed it are dead and gonePunk motherfuckers gon suck a dickBushwick, "Yeah money" what you think about this bullshit?[Bushwick Bill]Fuck those unknown motherfuckersWith a 10 foot pole that can`t touch usBefore the Geto Boys came aroundYou can`t front their clout, H-town was no townYeah we know you still skepticCause we ain`t kissin no God damn ass to be acceptedAnd if you`re waitin on that to happen suckaYou`ll be a waitin motherfuckerShit outta luck, stuck and got fuckedFo`s up to those who down with usAnd to you other mothafuckas in the atmosphereI`m sayin fuck you loud and clear(CHORUS)[Bushwick Bill]Radios, newspapers, TVsSpreadin lies across the seven seasMany people thought we couldn`t endureNiggaz are buyin now they ain`t so sureBillboard has us check out our statusI don`t understand you hoes, whats the matter[Willie D]The motherfuckers are sickConstipated, col` fulla shitThey tried to keep us off the marketStraight up hoe shit, they had to stock itMy back don`t pack no monkeysCause I kick mo` ass than a donkeyI gotta pump but I will jumpYous a punk or a one on one ya run to the trunkIf you`re motherfuckin fee fista shooI`m Willie D and I came to say, Fuck you!Fuck you has been stated by the underground masterShow me a hacidity bitch and I`ll blast herFuck you is what ourselves should doAnd spit on ya nasty ass when I`m throughYou don`t like me, cause what ya see is a figureI`m a for real ass niggaI won`t iron your clothes or pay rent at your placeThere ain`t a damn thing baby about my face[Bushwick Bill]The whole faculty`s on crackYou say I can`t wear my hat, but yo, fuck thatYou call yourself teacher, but whats bein taught?How to fuck kids and not get caught?How can your teacher reach yaTheir too busy in the halls tryin to fuck the other teacherBushwick Bill (?some Jamaican i imagine?)[Ready Red]Fuck the motherfuckin critics, fuck newspapersFuck the radio stationsAnd fuck your parents against rapWe buried ya fuckin cockroaches[Willie D]To every motherfucker who diss my crewI`m sayin fuck you, now what you hoes wanna do?I gotta awesome noise in my Blazer for instanceSome shit that`ll shake the ground so keep ya distanceParents confiscate my tapesSendin letters and shit talkin bout how they hateThe album Controversy`s they`re rebellinI don`t give a fuck cause the shits still sellinSo this is how the D`ll respondI`mma cuss my ass off for your daughters and sonsAnd if you don`t like it spouseYou can suck my dick until your lips fall offI`ve had it up to here with this bullshitTo each I preach without a pulpitCalls I don`t do, nails I don`t chewWhenever I fix my mouth to say, FUCK YOU"I Bury those cockroaches"