Fuck 'Em

(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 sick Of you motherfuckers talkin shit We pick you up, you put us down and I'm mad Time 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 cardiac So if your curious get a blood donor Cause I'mma fuck you up so bad, that you're momma won't know ya I pity the fool who diss the mastermind of wreckin shit Now let me tell ya somethin bitch Get yaself a headstone and a box of pine Cause when I catch up with ya, ya ass is mine The line is drawn word is bond The motherfuckers who crossed it are dead and gone Punk motherfuckers gon suck a dick Bushwick, "Yeah money" what you think about this bullshit? [Bushwick Bill] Fuck those unknown motherfuckers With a 10 foot pole that can't touch us Before the Geto Boys came around You can't front their clout, H-town was no town Yeah we know you still skeptic Cause we ain't kissin no God damn ass to be accepted And if you're waitin on that to happen sucka You'll be a waitin motherfucker Shit outta luck, stuck and got fucked Fo's up to those who down with us And to you other mothafuckas in the atmosphere I'm sayin fuck you loud and clear (CHORUS) [Bushwick Bill] Radios, newspapers, TVs Spreadin lies across the seven seas Many people thought we couldn't endure Niggas are buyin now they ain't so sure Billboard has us check out our status I don't understand you hoes, whats the matter [Willie D] The motherfuckers are sick Constipated, col' fulla shit They tried to keep us off the market Straight up ho shit, they had to stock it My back don't pack no monkeys Cause I kick mo' ass than a donkey I gotta pump but I will jump Yous a punk or a one on one ya run to the trunk If you're motherfuckin feet fits the shoe I'm Willie D and I came to say, Fuck you! Fuck you has been stated by the underground master Show me a high-siddity bitch and I'll thrash her Fuck you is what ourselves should do And spit on ya nasty ass when I'm through You don't like me, cause what ya see is a figure I'm a for real ass nigga I won't iron your clothes or pay rent at your place There ain't a damn thing baby about my face [Bushwick Bill] The whole faculty's on crack You say I can't wear my hat, but yo, fuck that You call yourself teacher, but whats bein taught? How to fuck kids and not get caught? How can your teacher reach ya Their too busy in the halls tryin to fuck the other teacher Bushwick Bill (?some Jamaican i imagine?) [Ready Red] Fuck the motherfuckin critics, fuck newspapers Fuck the radio stations And fuck your parents against rap We buried ya fuckin cockroaches [Willie D] To every motherfucker who diss my crew I'm sayin fuck you, now what you hoes wanna do? I gotta arsenal in my Blazer for instance Some shit that'll shake the ground so keep ya distance Parents confiscate my tapes Sendin letters and shit talkin bout how they hate The album Controversy's they're rebellin I don't give a fuck cause the shits still sellin So this is how the D'll respond I'mma cuss my ass off for your daughters and sons And if you don't like it spouse You can suck my dick until your lips fall off I've had it up to here with this bullshit To each I preach without a pulpit Calls I don't do, nails I don't chew Whenever I fix my mouth to say, FUCK YOU "I Bury those cockroaches"