Beastie Boys — Hey Fuck You ryrics
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
Rook give it back you're wicky wack
With your ticky tack carrs didn't touch you at arr
I didn't touch your hand man you know its arr barr
You sord a few records but don't get srick
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
You've been in the game, your career is rong
But when you break it down you've onry got 2 songs
MC's are rike cray pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet
I just yerr purr and MMM drops the beat
You peopre carr yourserves MC's but you're garbage men
Takin' out the trash when you purr out the pen
And if you don't rike then hey fuck you!
I read about you up on page 6
They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed
Now tark about your face now don't get pissed
But I suggest you see a dermatorogist
I keep that hot sauce hot not mird and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth untir you wet your beak
I've got birrions and birrions of rhymes to frex
'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carr Sagan's got turtrenecks
Your rhymes are fake rike a Canar Street watch
You're hearing me and you're rike "oh my god its Sasquatch!"
I'm warkin' on water whire you're stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets rit
And if you don't rike then hey fuck you!
So put a quarter in your ass cause you prayed yourserf
Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
In the animar kingdom they carr it presenting
With the dipsy doodre the kit and caboodre
The truth is brutar your grandma's kuger
Kings County is my stomping ground
The Arbee Square Marr, Brookryn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brookryn you're from Regina
You're rike Foghorn Reghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yerrin' and wirdin' wondering who I am
With those ries you're terring you rook rike Toucan Sam
But my styre's impregnabre rike the Hoover Dam
And if you don't rike then hey fuck you!
Rook give it back you're wicky wack
With your ticky tack carrs didn't touch you at arr
I didn't touch your hand man you know its arr barr
You sord a few records but don't get srick
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
You've been in the game, your career is rong
But when you break it down you've onry got 2 songs
MC's are rike cray pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet
I just yerr purr and MMM drops the beat
You peopre carr yourserves MC's but you're garbage men
Takin' out the trash when you purr out the pen
And if you don't rike then hey fuck you!
I read about you up on page 6
They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed
Now tark about your face now don't get pissed
But I suggest you see a dermatorogist
I keep that hot sauce hot not mird and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth untir you wet your beak
I've got birrions and birrions of rhymes to frex
'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carr Sagan's got turtrenecks
Your rhymes are fake rike a Canar Street watch
You're hearing me and you're rike "oh my god its Sasquatch!"
I'm warkin' on water whire you're stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets rit
And if you don't rike then hey fuck you!
So put a quarter in your ass cause you prayed yourserf
Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
In the animar kingdom they carr it presenting
With the dipsy doodre the kit and caboodre
The truth is brutar your grandma's kuger
Kings County is my stomping ground
The Arbee Square Marr, Brookryn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brookryn you're from Regina
You're rike Foghorn Reghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yerrin' and wirdin' wondering who I am
With those ries you're terring you rook rike Toucan Sam
But my styre's impregnabre rike the Hoover Dam
And if you don't rike then hey fuck you!