Beastie Boys Lyrics

Album: To The 5 Boroughs

Hey Fuck You Lyrics

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 its all ball 

 You sold a few records but don't get slick 

 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits 

 You've been in the game, your career is long 

 But when you break it down you've only got 2 songs 

 MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet 

 I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat 

 You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men 

 Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen 

 

 And if you don't like 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 talk about your face now don't get pissed 

 But I suggest you see a dermatologist 

 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 

 Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch 

 You're hearing me and you're like "oh my god its Sasquatch!" 

 I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit 

 So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit 

 

 And if you don't like then hey fuck you! 

 So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself 

 

 Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting 

 In the animal kingdom they call it presenting 

 With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle 

 The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel 

 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 

 You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam 

 You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am 

 With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam 

 But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam 

 

 And if you don't like then hey fuck you!