Beastie Boys - Hey Fuck You lyrics
[Beastie Boys - Hey Fuck You lyrics]
Uh thank you ladies and gentlemen
This next song is a blast
And I gotta say we are having
A ball up here tonight
And, when you're ready, and
Shabba doo, shabba dee
Shabba dee, shabba doo
Which 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 hit's
Yeah, you've been in the game
Your career is long
But when you really break it down
You only got two songs
MC's are like clay pigeons
When I'm shootin' skeet
I just yell "Pull!" and Mike drops the beat
You people call yourselves MC's
But you're garbage men
Takin' 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 6
They was trashin' your ass it
Said you're gettin' 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 walkin' on water while
You're steppin' 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 resentin'
In the animal kingdom
They call it presentin'
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'
Wonderin' who I am
A-with those lies you're telling
You're like Toucan Sam
But 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!
W-how, what a loser!
This next song is a blast
And I gotta say we are having
A ball up here tonight
And, when you're ready, and
Shabba doo, shabba dee
Shabba dee, shabba doo
Which 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 hit's
Yeah, you've been in the game
Your career is long
But when you really break it down
You only got two songs
MC's are like clay pigeons
When I'm shootin' skeet
I just yell "Pull!" and Mike drops the beat
You people call yourselves MC's
But you're garbage men
Takin' 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 6
They was trashin' your ass it
Said you're gettin' 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 walkin' on water while
You're steppin' 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 resentin'
In the animal kingdom
They call it presentin'
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'
Wonderin' who I am
A-with those lies you're telling
You're like Toucan Sam
But 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!
W-how, what a loser!