Hey f*ck You lyrics

{Uh thank you ladies and gentlemen, this next song is a blast
And I gotta say we are having a ball up here tonight
And, when you're ready, and...}

Shabba doo, shabba dee
Shabba dee, shabba doo

[Verse 1: Ad-Rock]
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
Look, give it back, you're wicky-wack
With your ticky-tack calls, didn't touch you at all
I didn't touch your hand, man, you know it’s all ball

[Verse 2: MCA]
You sold a few records but don't get slick
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
Yeah, you've been in the game, your career is long
But when you really break it down you only got two songs

[Verse 3: Mike D]
MC's are like clay pigeons when I'm shootin' skeet
I just yell "Pull!" and Mike drops the beat
You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men
Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen

[Hook-Line:]
And if you don't like it, then hey f*ck you!
[Verse 4: Ad-Rock]
Now, I read about you up on page 6
They was trashin' your ass it said you're gettin' dissed
Now talk about your face now don't get p*ssed
But I suggest you see a dermatologist

[Verse 5: MCA]
I keep that hot sauce hot, not mild and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks

[Verse 6: Mike D]
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
You're hearing me and you're like, "Oh my god it's Sasquatch!"
But I'm walkin' on water while you're steppin' in sh*t
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit

[Hook-Line:]
And if you don't like it, then hey f*ck you!

[Sample:]
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself
[Hook:]
And if you don't like it, then hey f*ck you!

[Verse 7: Ad-Rock]
Sucker MC’s, it's me they're resentin'
In the animal kingdom, they call it presentin'
With the dipsy-doodle, the kit and caboodle
The truth is brutal, your grandma's kugel

[Verse 8: MCA]
Kings County is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn, you're from Regina

[Verse 9: Mike D]
You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin' and wildin' wonderin' who I am
A-with those lies you're telling you're like Toucan Sam
But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam

[Hook-Line:]
And if you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you!
And if you don't like it, then hey, f*ck you!

[Sample:]
W-how, what a loser!