Hey Fuck You

{Uh thank you ladies and gentlemen, this next song is a blast And I gotta say we are having a ball up here tonight And, when you're ready, and...} Shabba doo, shabba dee Shabba dee, shabba doo [Verse 1: Ad-Rock] 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 it’s all ball [Verse 2: MCA] You sold a few records but don't get slick 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits Yeah, you've been in the game, your career is long But when you really break it down you only got two songs [Verse 3: Mike D] MC's are like clay pigeons when I'm shootin' skeet I just yell "Pull!" and Mike drops the beat You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen [Hook-Line:] And if you don't like it, then hey fuck you! [Verse 4: Ad-Rock] Now, I read about you up on page 6 They was trashin' your ass it said you're gettin' dissed Now talk about your face now don't get pissed But I suggest you see a dermatologist [Verse 5: MCA] 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 [Verse 6: Mike D] Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch You're hearing me and you're like, "Oh my god it's Sasquatch!" But I'm walkin' on water while you're steppin' in shit So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit [Hook-Line:] And if you don't like it, then hey fuck you! [Sample:] So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played yourself [Hook:] And if you don't like it, then hey fuck you! [Verse 7: Ad-Rock] Sucker MC’s, it's me they're resentin' In the animal kingdom, they call it presentin' With the dipsy-doodle, the kit and caboodle The truth is brutal, your grandma's kugel [Verse 8: MCA] 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 [Verse 9: Mike D] You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam You're just yellin' and wildin' wonderin' who I am A-with those lies you're telling you're like Toucan Sam But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam [Hook-Line:] And if you don't like it, then hey, fuck you! And if you don't like it, then hey, fuck you! [Sample:] W-how, what a loser!