f*ck You lyrics

MF Grimm - “f*ck You”
[Emcee(s): MF Grimm]
[Producer(s): Reality]
[Additional Vocals: Bashton the Invizabul Mang]

[Intro: Bashton the Invizabul Mang]
Aw, you motherf*ckers

[Verse 1: MF Grimm]
MF Grimm Reaper one of the best
I battled DMX, spit with KRS
Rocked with 2Pac, rolled with Death Row
KMD, Kool G Rap, Freddie Foxxx know
Lord Finesse, Tragedy, Nas, Large Pro
King Sun, Just-Ice, deeper I could go
Stuck in street wars, back-and-forth murders
My name said by someone never heard of? Nah
This b*tch wanna be a gangsta, scream, “f*ck it”
Got my hand up his ass like a puppet
Trying to disrespect me, fronting like he live
Turned him to a b*tch, make him ‘pologize
No negotiations, brought it to his face
On Myspace I turned his face to my space
Disrespectful to my race
Your career didn’t get started, now erased
n*gga, climb through your window, tie him up, burn him
Kill master, carve in chest “Nat Turner”
That n*gga that run with you, he’s a traitor
House n*gga, put him in a skirt and blouse, n*gga
Manhattan murder. You b*tch n*gga, I’m a vet
I’ll body you before I let you disrespect
Every f*cked-up tape for the internet
The redneck who oppress us sign your check
So who you really working for? I’m a pimp, b*tch
f*ck the camouflage—I could spot a whore
I’m calling you out, I’ll declare war
At shows, there’ll be blood on the floor
This is what happen when you f*ck with Mad Flow
Tough guys get beat up and shot at their shows
Grabbed up, stabbed on stage, die slow
Going A.W.O.L., toy solider, what the f*ck you on?
Freedom fighter too frightened to fire firearms
Salute the general—you’re not my rank, son
Challenge me, fans salute you 21 guns
[Bridge: MF Grimm] (x7)
f*ck you, f*ck you

[Outro: MF Grimm]
f*ck you up when I see you, put one in your ass. Right on stage, you b*tches. Yeah, y’all wanna f*ck with me? You thought I was just gonna let that sh*t slide? That sh*t ain’t gonna slide, motherf*ckers. Yeah. n*ggas better run. b*tches