F.U. Songtext
von Northwest Division
F.U. Songtext
Ayo, here′s a dick to suck, you fucking bitch
Y'all wanna maintain image, wanna maintain rhythm
The Terence Fletcher of rap, ain′t no J.K. Simmons
I hate fake bitches, aye, I'm Canadian
But I'll slap Justin Bieber like LA′s Blake Griffin
And I ain′t straight trippin', I′m a Lakers fan though
I only know one Magic, and it ain't Orlando
I hate on rap shows, all identical copies
So I′m over it like Poland is to Czechoslovakia
Let's spice it up tenfold and get the Sriracha
Shit, I′m nice enough to get hoes like Jessica Alba
Mid-twenties, I'm Pablo, representing for the north
And the 6-0-4, my squadron of cock lovers
Hit trees harder though than the body of Paul Walker
And each bar that I conjure is harder than Botswana
Crossing y'all borders, I′m the free trade agreement
I′m a Knocc Son-in' you like when Steve played with Phoenix
Beat it, you little trick-ass pussy
Ha, Snak the Ripper, stealth bomb Northwest
Decapitating competition like that, uh
Yeah, it′s time to kill this shit, load up the steel, hollow six
Fuck that style you kickin', it′s old and it needs polishing
Hack the white ridiculous, Holyfield ear obvious
Cop it cause I'm sick as Ebola disease bodies is
Please stop it kid, get off of my dick
I don′t know why you been jockin', tryna copy my shit
It's like your whole life, you been followin′ trends
And don′t know how to be yourself cause you forgot who that is
(Who the fuck are you?) Goddamn, that shit is wild
We play a show, you takin' notes in the back of the crowd
Northwest and Snak holdin′ Canada down
Y'all really wanna be the kings but you ain′t snatchin' our crowns
Smack ′em around like Pacquiao in the ring
Bars hotter than Mayweather in the land of the Sphinx
I body you lames every time I rap to a beat
Y'all are frauds like the Patriots of 2015
Easy, Snak man, tell these motherfuckers what's really good
Yo, every bar I spit sound like the apocalypse
See ′em talkin′ shit but ain't no rapper out here stoppin′ this
My fuckin' life is like a poison box of chocolates
This shit is too addictive, got your momma tryna cop a fix
With no cash, so she give my little cock a lick
They talk about a thin line, well she the one that′s walkin' it
For all you jokers actin′ like I don't exist
I got a super soaker full of piss, I'm aimin′ at your bitch
I′m all over it, got 'em sweatin′ like a fat lady
That never wore deodorant, night ranger motorin'
Better notify the cops and tell ′em that you know the kid
Roll up on you like a ninja so nobody notices
I commit crimes so I know that it pays
All of these fakes and ain't nobody slowin′ my pace
No emotion, look me cold in the face
Holdin' a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon
While I'm throwin′ grenades, bitches
Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit
Hahahahahaha
Y'all wanna maintain image, wanna maintain rhythm
The Terence Fletcher of rap, ain′t no J.K. Simmons
I hate fake bitches, aye, I'm Canadian
But I'll slap Justin Bieber like LA′s Blake Griffin
And I ain′t straight trippin', I′m a Lakers fan though
I only know one Magic, and it ain't Orlando
I hate on rap shows, all identical copies
So I′m over it like Poland is to Czechoslovakia
Let's spice it up tenfold and get the Sriracha
Shit, I′m nice enough to get hoes like Jessica Alba
Mid-twenties, I'm Pablo, representing for the north
And the 6-0-4, my squadron of cock lovers
Hit trees harder though than the body of Paul Walker
And each bar that I conjure is harder than Botswana
Crossing y'all borders, I′m the free trade agreement
I′m a Knocc Son-in' you like when Steve played with Phoenix
Beat it, you little trick-ass pussy
Ha, Snak the Ripper, stealth bomb Northwest
Decapitating competition like that, uh
Yeah, it′s time to kill this shit, load up the steel, hollow six
Fuck that style you kickin', it′s old and it needs polishing
Hack the white ridiculous, Holyfield ear obvious
Cop it cause I'm sick as Ebola disease bodies is
Please stop it kid, get off of my dick
I don′t know why you been jockin', tryna copy my shit
It's like your whole life, you been followin′ trends
And don′t know how to be yourself cause you forgot who that is
(Who the fuck are you?) Goddamn, that shit is wild
We play a show, you takin' notes in the back of the crowd
Northwest and Snak holdin′ Canada down
Y'all really wanna be the kings but you ain′t snatchin' our crowns
Smack ′em around like Pacquiao in the ring
Bars hotter than Mayweather in the land of the Sphinx
I body you lames every time I rap to a beat
Y'all are frauds like the Patriots of 2015
Easy, Snak man, tell these motherfuckers what's really good
Yo, every bar I spit sound like the apocalypse
See ′em talkin′ shit but ain't no rapper out here stoppin′ this
My fuckin' life is like a poison box of chocolates
This shit is too addictive, got your momma tryna cop a fix
With no cash, so she give my little cock a lick
They talk about a thin line, well she the one that′s walkin' it
For all you jokers actin′ like I don't exist
I got a super soaker full of piss, I'm aimin′ at your bitch
I′m all over it, got 'em sweatin′ like a fat lady
That never wore deodorant, night ranger motorin'
Better notify the cops and tell ′em that you know the kid
Roll up on you like a ninja so nobody notices
I commit crimes so I know that it pays
All of these fakes and ain't nobody slowin′ my pace
No emotion, look me cold in the face
Holdin' a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon
While I'm throwin′ grenades, bitches
Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit
Hahahahahaha
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