fuck the world FUCK THE WORLD! Fuck 'em all FUCK 'EM ALL Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us Fuck Tom, fuck Mary, fuck Gus Fuck Dairius Fuck the West coast And
shit you got a gang of hoes giving up the cash flow claiming you the best nigga that can pimp a hoe well if thats so don't you getting mad at me 'cause
I'll smash your petticoat junction In a suffering city, I'm punishing the pretty And if you dont fuckin feel me I'll crush you without pity I arrange
into these fuckin' raps Willlie Parker money hand it off and it's runnin' back Ayo you fuck wit dat Uh you gotta fuck wit dat You in love wit dat Look
a nigga might as well be broke But quote me a price And drop my sack Quickly You wanna smoke with me Drop me a ??? With a philly It really don't matter to me
as I set it off. [scoob:] But wait a minute... ...yo scoob, what's up? Pardon me a moment as I interrupt. For what? For this: [both singing] You like the stylish clothes we wear, And you
All] It sucks to be you! [Kate] You win! [All] It sucks to be you! [Brian] I feel better now! [Gary Coleman] Try having people stopping you to ask you, Whatch-you
It sucks to be you! [Kate] You win! [All] It sucks to be you! [Brian] I feel better now! [Gary Coleman] Try having people stopping you to ask you, Whatch-you
is a trench Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clench My fist, I twist words you use to rip The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed
the Lover Man Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time Girl you should be with me you should
will you make it if you never even try You need to git up, git out and git somethin' 'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I You need to, you need to,
'ma see you Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin' Thug shit you can't fuck with, what [Havoc] Fuck
lightning when I'm writing Mc's are always fighting, I find that shit real inviting So let's face it, cause as soon as we meet You and your crew will dissapear like lee from fuckin
But you ain't gonna treat me like I don't know shit Bob, that's your job Bob, do your job Bob Sell me a fuse and point me to the door knob Installed
Class warfare up and down the hallways And if you ain't popular Nobody talks to ya, unless they mocking ya Not even bus driver or the hall monitor I might as well
on Is all you gunna get when you try to test the Sean You need to park that bitch and get a starter kit You might as well hire me to come write your
goodbye to that white guy I dedicate this to the hags and fags Who associate Haystak with racism and rebel flags You fucking bitch When you mention me