F-U M.F. lyrics

So what you got your first deal?
Who you signed with, n*gga?
Epic?
Def Jam?
I don't give a f*ck if you're with Warner Bros
Who you signed with, n*gga?
Muthaf*ckin Loud?
Interscope, Columbia, Sony, 550
f*ck it if you're with Dreamworks
And a few of you in-house commercial-ass producers
Can suck out the interior out of my di*k
Y'all still 75, that ain't no new sh*t
Fake-ass wanna-be hip-hop sh*t
Don't worry about who the f*ck I hang with
Jealous muthaf*ckas

I'm tired of n*ggas fooling muthaf*ckas
Actin like they drug dealers
All you rappers fantasizin that jewelry and car sh*t
You can pull the Speedos and suck my di*k
Tell your corny fans who believe that sh*t
Lick the back of my ass quick
I'mma shut faggots down
Especially muthaf*ckas with that gay-ass production
New millenium homo sound
Smack the sh*t out of you for doin that wack-ass sh*t you do
50 bodyguards surround you
Keepin men that f*ck you in the ass around you
Standin like you runnin sh*t, you ain't the f*ckin President
Posin with ugly b*tches in your video who take AIDS medicine
You don't wanna f*ck with me or rock with me
Or rhyme on any block with me
f*ck the rap museum
I should be on the wall next to Run-D.M.C
Between Public Enemy
Some as*h*le was jealous of me
I don't care no more about your lyrics
The average MC is bullsh*t, I don't hear it
f*ck you talkin about you rap with a good spirit
I make rappers intimidated
Over wack-ass beats they get motivated, some have ministrated
Even suburban kids copy your sh*t and duplicate it
My balls you now cherish
By some new-ass MC about to perish
Type of muthaf*cka to eat a lotta celery
Your CD was butter-soft - what you tellin me?
A bunch of 'N Sync type of fans hyped you up like Bill Bellamy
A b*tch like you would rhyme with a curfew
n*ggas with real sh*t will hurt you
The girl scout club I refer you
bast*rd you
Your man rap, new n*gga, he's wack, f*ck you
Stay low, I'm above you
Erase your sh*t, I don't dub you
f*ck YOU
f*ck YOU
Muthaf*cka
f*ck YOU

Muthaf*cka
f*ck YOU

Yeah
You been rappin for 20'000 years
And you ain't got your f*ckin deal yet?
What the f*ck
Don't take your problems out on me
And the rest of you muthaf*ckas
Walkin around lookin like some old alien n*ggas

Muthaf*cka, I pull your face off
'bout to show you what the f*ck you look like
Cause you keep it real
Too real muthaf*ckin broke
2001
Nobody was sayin that sh*t when I was payin for them f*ckin hot wings
Hope you burn your f*ckin lips

f*ck YOU
Muthaf*cka
f*ck YOU
Muthaf*cka
f*ck YOU
Muthaf*cka
f*ck YOU
as*h*le