Can't Fuck Wit This

[Intro] Yeah! This goes out to all you fake-ass motherfuckers Doin your bullshit-ass parties (yeah, we in here) You motherfuckers are fake, you look like it We know you look like it Look at your fuckin familiar face The nine can't fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Casanova) Latex on my dick, {?} on my wrists (on my wristssss) Can't fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Gun Hill Road) Latex on my dick, {?} on my wrists Can't fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Newark, New Jersey) Latex on my dick, {?} on my wristssss [Kool Keith] Hypin up niggas too much, bullshit's goin down I don't give a fuck about Howston Street That's where they suckin dicks all day, niggas meet Play what you told to play, Flavmaster-ass nigga You can't even cut straight, a DJ fast nigga Y'all niggas is monkeys with cups! With that bullshit playlist, Arbitron even say you SUCK Billboard hate you; you corny motherfuckers are fake too Wit'cha robot format, stick a bomb on your asscrack Who sponsor you motherfuckers, Speed stick deodorant You motherfuckers yeah - you owe the rent Get rid of your staff they make me laugh with that local-ass shit Y'all play all day talkin shit And sittin on the toilet even Clear Channel's mad All y'all do is flush toilets and shit all day Report some ol' bullshit to BDS, like y'all the best Transexuals, walkin up there with a fuckin dress Even Wendy Williams say you motherfuckers be up in girdles and bras Gettin they fuckin nails pressed [Chorus] Hot 97 smell like piss Latex on my dick, {?} on my wristssss Can't fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss Latex on my dick, {?} on my wristssss [Marc Live] Fuck if we ready it's war on the station Taliban, car bomb the whole fuckin place in Duct tape, the receptionist, boxcut up, the security Gun down the P.D.; hold Angie Mar' I strip her naked tie the bitch to the front of the door I kick her face in; tie dynamite, to her nipples I put a dildo in her mouth and if she moves flip the switch dude It's doom, aiyyo the end of an era Backstabbin bastards, no-talent asses Angie got a bastard child by Nokio (faggot) That has-been groupie bitch shoulda fuckin known Flex is a fruitcake nigga, fat faggot Transvestite lover on Hunt's Point every night Do a show with RuPaul, troublemaker, softest nigga In the city, guys cum on his fuckin titty The worst DJ on KISS, you owe Chuck Chillout bitch You got nerve to act large trick You duck and hide, too many niggas gettin shot outside (Game) You gon' learn when that car show gets interrupted A news break, they drove a Navi through your fuckin gate [Chorus] [Kool Keith] The type of niggas y'all fuck with little kids havin incest A couple of years ago y'all was the first critics with that bullshit Talkin about down South was weak, y'all was dissin Mannie Fresh Only when Snoop come to town, y'all play his shit Actin like y'all supportin the West; lyin-ass niggas Frank Crock' tryin-ass niggas Slick suckin dick-ass niggas Nuts when they get into town; I was listenin to Master P and shit When you motherfuckers was hatin 'em Now all of a sudden Lil Jon is hot, and blew up Now you gon' stand in the music bitch and act CRUNK Now you tryin to get DOWN, late-ass nigga I hate a fake-ass nigga, strawberry shake-ass nigga