F#%k the F#%k Off歌词

作曲 : ICP, Shaggy Two Dope
Kill him...
Kill him... put him to
Death… Kil him...
Kill him... put him to
Death. Guess who's back in this ******* again
With a fresh set of ******* bouncin' off your chin
I'm 2 ****
Switch my *******t up, nope
For these hands to grope hoes, and ******* hoe
Now everybody thinks their *******ts the wickedest
Them hoes spittin wicked *******t is ridiculous
Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky
Bitin' my
CD's like they delicious cookies >
From Sicily,
France, back to
Bangladesh
Ain't no ******' body bout to hang with this
Fans get punched in the head with a bass drum rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face some
******* off, big shot, spin my nuts
Ya'll be suckin more ******* than sluts
I'm crackin this
CD in half with the scrubness ******* the ******* off, who finna bump this?
Chorus: (x2)
This *******t ain't for ******* heads (So ******* off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (******* the ******* Off)
Carnie creatures carve your head out (So ******* off)
This the *******t that brings the dead out (******* the ******* Off)
I don't need a ****** band for my beats
Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks
The stage, the mic, and a
Juggalo army
Hoes climb up and try to grind on me
Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage
Gets punched in the ass and kicked in the face
******* your dresscode,
I swing my *******
******* your restrooms,
I'm pissin on walls
Securities look like weak ass wrestlers
Pattin' kids down like child molesters
I'm sick of this bull*******t,
I'm *******gs the
Clown We cuttin' craniums off then drag em around
You know me, when
I drive by, mumbling sparks
In the little yellow bus, packed full of retards
And we off the charts, under the radar
Deep in the dumpster where the real
Juggalos are
Chorus: (x2)
This *******t ain't for ******* heads (So ******* off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (******* the ******* Off)
Carnie creatures carve your head out (So ******* off)
This the *******t that brings the dead out (******* the ******* Off)
CAN WE GET
A WITNESS?!(x6)
Diss my *******t and get shot in the back
You ain't gonna be the first *******
I smacked
The clown walk boogie,
I mastered the move
Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove
On who? Us?
Me? *******t, please
Lick these
You're a *******gamaniac, you can't ignore me
And tell your mom to ****** ******* off for me
****** these hoes, they tryina take pictures of the
Southwest
Strangla, windpipe tangala
I'm gone too fast, with a ninja poof
Skeet on your face is the only proof
******* Off!
That is what
I tell the
Earth I've been runnin with the
Hatchet from the day of my birth
So who the ******* you think you're ****** with?
YOU CAN FU
CK THE FUC
KIN' *******
OFF, *******!
Chorus: (x4)
This *******t ain't for ******* heads (So ******* off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (******* the ******* Off)
Bloody creatures carve your head out (So ******* off)
This the *******t that brings the dead out (******* the ******* Off)
Hehehehehehhoohohooo