Fuck You 2K3

[Verse One: Mcenroe] Fuck the weak shit talkers who be saying my name Cause that ain't the way to try to get a little fame And I'm far from famous but at least I'm not nameless So the [?] talk shit cause the music is heinous Fuck the local promoters who screw me while touring Put their boys on late, I play at 2:00 in the morning And their crews so wack they drive heads to the exit Then front on my face like they killed it on some next shit The only thing that you killed is the vibe in the room I'm at the merch table chilling, people trying to consume When I'm on the mic, smoother than Chick Herns So fuck you, stop rapping it's my turn And fuck the critics who say I can't rap in the first place That's absurd, in the worst way I never claimed to have the cadence of Biggie still I keep my flows tight and my lyrics are really ill Fuck the weirdo's who stalk me and Pip I'm glad to have fans but that shit's ridiculous Stop sending e-mails with lyrics typed out You won't get signed, I throw the shit right out Fuck all the stores that owe me and dog it Won't pay the bills then play me for product This isn't charity, Bread Bread's gotta eat Plus I gotta press vinyl and the prices are steep Fuck dudes at the merch table having the nerve To not buy nothing cause they have it all burned I know times are tough on you, I wouldn't doubt it But the least you could do is not tell me about it Fuck George Bush Jr for this bullshit war Fuck the Senate and the Congress and the Supreme Court They talk about freedom in the U.S.A But in the name of freedom people murdered every day Fuck the big corporations who be screwing us over Sell us out in reality, killing us slower Fuck every bad boss, too many to mention Fuck the Wall Street Wizard who be spending my pension Fuck a carbohydrate, man I'm all about protein Now that I'm married, fuck you to the bar scene Fuck anyone who ever kept me up snoring Fuck Tim Duncan just for being so boring Fuck [Verse Two: Birdapres] Fuck you very much for ignoring my past work Supporting every rapper who went out ass first Fuck I look like, looking for greener pastures I roll with hired goons and meaner bastards Fuck rap in general, you in particular Always on stage and I'm way past sick of ya Fuck cocaine, fuck E and fuck meth If you wanna get high, I could give a fuck less Fuck everybody who's too good for rap You don't rap too, fuck you, you're wack Fuck these girls for keeping me distant And fuck these clubs where my money is misspent Fuck this DJ, I just came to drink MC's these days are a waste of ink But fuck 'em anyway, every last one For leaving the game under inspired and overrun Fuck the game, I came to make music Fuck school up, but nah I ain't stupid Need to drop an album so fuck the excuses If they don't stay fresh than fuck these producers I need drums that girls can strut to You shouldn't care what the fuck I've been up to Fuck you for laughing, never had the guts to If you don't like how I'm living than motherfuck you [Scratching] "Eff you"