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Текст песни Matlock - Infinity F.U.`s

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Yeah, you too mothafuckaYeah, to the whole rap game: Fuck you! (Fuck you!)Cats showing no shame, so fuck you! (Fuck you!)Man if you gotta use my name, to get yourself a little fameThen you`re a loser anyway, fuck you! (Fuck you!)That Morty Gold shit`s weak, fuck you! (Fuck you!)Even the old shit`s sweat, so fuck you! (Fuck you!)And Granite grows gritty beats, while the whole city sleepsSo if you`re just waking up, then fuck you! (Fuck you!)Eyyo, remember when you showed love, before you had a big mouthWhen you were just a noname, before you put your shit outBefore you went to bitch rap, before the dough got yaAnd turned hiphop into a fucking soap operaMore and more drama, I`ve been tripping all weekBecause these kids all think that their shit don`t stinkChill, don`t speak, you ain`t signing autographsY`all should be slanging tapes, out a fucking garbage bagHardest ever fag on a track acting phoneyYou made a rap record and wanted to act like you know meYou want me to do a cut with you, chill and smoke a blunt with youAnd be my little buckaroo, but I don`t even fuck with youAnd it ain`t nothing new, you dance for a docketAnd you all playahate each other like lobsters in a bucket, fuck it!And to my peers, I just wanna hear flows, it appeal to my earsBut nobody hears close, you wanna hear it, here it goes, fuck you! (Fuck you!)You hiphop-heroes, fuck you! (Fuck you!)You cats with big egosAnd all you fucking weirdos, spitting words you can`t spell fuck you! (Fuck you!)That`s all you`ll ever get from me, fuck you! (Fuck you!)Yeah, till infinity, fuck you! (Fuck you!)The Internet, the industry, the radio ain`t shit to meY`all can all go to hell, fuck you (Fuck you!)Eyyo, I press 500 tapes, gave away a stack of `emI`m broke but the bootleggers probably went platinumSo Morty`s coming after them, pissed and disgustedI hope you catch AIDS, I hope you get your shit bustedStacking no chips, you wonder why I`m so pissedYou so rich, and all up in my pockets like a broke bitchSubliminal, it`s no diss, fuck it then, so is thisTwo words and both fistsI pull cards like “Go Fish”, dead on I don`t missMan I can`t hold back, rap on your own riskDon`t get your dome crackedMan I just won`t pack my hard-heard bucksAnd I didn`t cop your new CD, but I heard it suckedAnd every spot I go to, it`s just the same shit againWatch whose name you whisperingDon`t think that I ain`t listening, get some recognitionWatch your momma start hating, it`s the he-say-she-sayI refuse to partakenAnd to the writers start painting, fuck you! (Fuck you!)And till the bomb end in breaking, fuck you! (Fuck you!)And to all you rappers faking, take that money that you`re makingAnd go buy yourself a heart, fuck you! (Fuck you!)Yo, what`s this beefing all about? Fuck you! (Fuck you!)I`m the wrong cat to doubt, fuck you! (Fuck you!)Just put your wack ass album out, and keep my name up out your mouthAnd everything will be gravy, fuck you! (Fuck you!)Yea yea, you like to pop a lot of crackThat`s why nobody got your backAnd you don`t even got a gatI hope your ass gets shot for thatYou got the nerves to wonder why I screw face you fruitcakesYou`re too fake, and you don`t even like that bullshit you makeIt`s not in your new tape, it`s not how you spit (uh-uh)It`s all in what you got, and whose dick you suck to get itYour rhymes: despicable, punchlines: predictableMan, any kind of criminal would beat that ass on principleYou ain`t never been broke, that supposed to be some sick joke?Expecting heads to buy it, when you lie with every pen stroke?I see it in your eyes, I can`t help but criticizeYou ain`t no murderer unless you count killing eyesAnd every time you`re in my eye, you`re caught up in a different lieYou bunch of pussies wish I died, but I got bigger fish to fryToo many names a name, but just on vain your one-twoPlay this song for your crew, and say I`m hating on youBut what you`re really gonna do, fuck you! (Fuck you!)Every single last one of you, fuck you! (Fuck you!)You always claim you`re number one, but you`re less than number twoIn other words you ain`t shit, fuck you! (Fuck you!)You really think you`ll match this? Fuck you! (Fuck you!)You`re a damn actress, fuck you! (Fuck you!)You got a crew full of fagots, and your heart is Lenny KravitzAnd your bitch got dirty feet, fuck you! (Fuck you!)You wanna talk about crime? Fuck you! (Fuck you!)You`re the type to drop dimes, fuck you! (Fuck you!)And you can copy down my rhymes, and try to read between the linesBut it all sums up the fuck you! (Fuck you!)My name is Morty Goldsteen, fuck you! (Fuck you!)I stay up late and don`t sleep, fuck you! (Fuck you!)I like to chill and smoke weed, and steal shit I don`t needSo when you catch me in your crib, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

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