Hey F*?# You

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

Yeah, 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 MMM drops the beat

You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men

Taking out the trash when you pull out the pen

"And if you don't like it then hey, fuck you!"

Now, I read about you up on Page Six

They was trashing 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!"

But I'm walking on water while you're stepping in shit

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're 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!"