Phuk U lyrics

by

Canibus


[Chorus]
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
Okay, f*ck
You
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
f*ck (Yo)
You (Yo, ayo)
Okay

[Verse 1]
Nobody can flow with Bis, rock a show with Bis
Or go toe to toe with Bis, none of y'all can coexist
We livin' in an Ice Age and its cold as sh*t
A hundred thousand dollar price range, n*ggas is frozen stiff
All I know is this, my felt tip hotter than hell get
A hundred eighty-six thousand miles per sec can melt flesh
Give a n*gga a tan
Aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand
While I promote that new Canibus jam
n*ggas feel it underground with stalactites hangin' from the ceiling
I'm out on tour with 30 city trips
Every state it's like b*tches be bulimic for di*ks
Screamin' the chorus half-unconscious, I hold my cordless
Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest
While the people go insane for us
I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us
Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I ain't payin for it
I freestyle the whole set, kickin' a hundred bars n*gga, f*ck who's on next
f*ck you!
[Chorus]
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
Okay, f*ck
You
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
Okay

[Verse 2]
(f*ck) Them extra n*ggas that's always around you
(f*ck) n*ggas that talk about you and try to clown you
(f*ck) n*ggas you run into that never did nuttin' for you
(f*ck) n*ggas that's lyin' tellin' people they discovered you
(Okay, f*ck) n*ggas that's jealous cause you nicer than them
Don't give a (f*ck) who you offend, you gotta fight 'til the end
If you (f*ck) a groupie chicken when you out on tour
Smoke a little bit of weed with her then (f*ck) her some more
Tell her to bring three friends so you can (f*ck) all four
Menage-a-trios, what the (f*ck) she expect you, a dog?
Almighty God blessed you with a di*k and two balls
So if you like to (f*ck) pus*y, that don't mean that you wrong
Unless you (f*ck) it raw dog
I (f*ck) a nappy dugout, bust in her mouth
Kick her the (f*ck) out
She'll cuss me out like
[Chorus]
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
Okay, f*ck
You
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
f*ck
You

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, your superstar status don't mean sh*t to me
Lyrically, sucker emcees still get fricasseed
Try to diss me now, how you sound?
Yo, whoever signed you must be runnin' the circus 'cause you a clown
You a rapper with a drug habit, hidin' the truth
Camouflaging ya needle tracks with some colorful tattoos
You was never equipped for this, never equipped to spit with Bis
I'm swift as sh*t, let me point out the main differences
You magnificent, I'm mic-nificent
Yo, I'd even go out on a limb with it, say you write a little bit
That don't make you a tight lyricist
Cause you don't practice or stick with it
Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend with this
I never quit, I got a gift for the art
A low maintenance cost, no physical movin' parts
In '98, n*ggas thought I was God, how the f*ck did that change?
I'm still one of the illest n*ggas in the game
So look inside yourself and tell me what you see
If you see a hungry n*gga then you lookin' at me
And its aight if you don't trust me 'cause I don't trust you
As a matter of fact I'll probably buss you, motherf*cker (okay), f*ck you!
[Chorus]
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
f*ck
You
Okay, f*ck
You (for real!)
f*ck
You (n*gga!)
f*ck
You (b*tch!)
f*ck
You, okay
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