Being told i shouldn't rap cause my voice aint broke/
I'm a boy made broke by his noise he shows/
To these gits who just get annoyed, they smoke/
Fuckin' idiots can't grasp the ability, i foil they hopes/
That i would stop rapping cause they enjoy they jokes/
Me stop? That'll be the day i use toys on gay folks!/
Shut the fuck up bitch, i'm not hearing/
My hearing's affected by this fucking clogged ear-ring!/
Sagged track-suits but i don't wear my cap back/
And i don't even say yo when talking, fuck that wack/
Little idea you blab, all i hear is you mad/
Pissed cause you suck wit your goddamn mike from Ikea you had!/
You goddamn right man, i am a young fuck/
I sucked up like you idiots and got my mouth plugged up!/
Fucking retard who dosen't think he's hard/
Get your facts right before you assume things you don't mean, argh!
[Chorus]
Fuck You!
Drag you to the track and field and have you drug through!
Fuck you!
Then drown you in a bottle of the pond's mud, too!
Fuck you!
Lyrical machetes, more deadly than kung-fu
Could you shut up? No? Then FUCK YOU!
They're just lines of text, just rhymes and jests/
You get all tangled like you surrounded in spider webs/
And i might just get fed up of this try and just guess/
What i can say to try to shut you up, it's vile, unless/
I stop rapping you'll forever have your gob yapping/
I'm just a yob, crap is hard for me now, get lost bastard!/
Feel like having these critics throats cut/
Till i'm the only guy in the world, and scared to go on a ghost hunt!/
Should i listen to those cunts? You tell me/
Should us who are young not even bother? Is it true, shall we?/
I'm through with the joking bragging and disgusting shit/
Fisticuffs and mitts, hit you up with it!/
Till your chin is touching the fuckin' ceiling/
Then he lands, hoping to death that i'll suck him kneeling!/
Is this fast rap wack crap? Worse than Smack That?/
Fuck it, what else can i say except kiss my ass crack?/
[Chorus]
Fuck You!
Drag you to the track and field and have you drug through!
Fuck you!
Then drown you in a bottle of the pond's mud, too!
Fuck you!
Lyrical machetes, more deadly than kung-fu
Could you shut up? No? Then FUCK YOU!
Sentence structure so twisted with intent it fucks ya/
Throws the condom away and just runs off left and dumps ya!/
A red-ish bumper hitting you in the head with clumps of/
Blood happening inside you till it looks like of pints you bled a hundred!/
I'm a madman, stamping on your hands with a hand plant/
Breaking open your bones like i was a fat bastard/
Get bladdered and plastered, bastards who hassle is/
Gonna get buried in the canal and have their hands just dangling/
Mud-water, like you just thought of/
The idea of drowning them in it, you've opened the floods, order?/
Fuck that, it's gone out the window since you pissed me off/
Yeah i'm a weak bastard but when i rap i'm still a bitch and yob/
If you diss me on a track i won't respond just wish you'd want/
A reconciliation, but i'll have to come and slit you, WRONG!/
Fuck, i'm just releasing anger, so to these little bastards:/
Shut the fuck up, i don't need to hear if you weeds think i'm crap, heh!
[Chorus]
Fuck You!
Drag you to the track and field and have you drug through!
Fuck you!
Then drown you in a bottle of the pond's mud, too!
Fuck you!
Lyrical machetes, more deadly than kung-fu
Could you shut up? No? Then FUCK YOU!