Go Fuck Yourself

[Verse 1: JJ Peters] Triple six to me, it ain't the number of the beast I see triple f yeah, forever, friends and family But, if we enemies, it take on a different meanin' entirely Like fuck you, fuck, go fuck yourself and everybody like you see We ain't like you, you never walked a mile in our shoes If you were sandals, we'd be steel toe boots Plus them boots is just to big to fill, for real You little fucks ain't even fit to lick the shit from my heel Name an innovator who ain't got a million haters You keep runnin' your mouth, I'll keep stacking my paper And when you see me you salute like I'm the motherfuckin' general If not go, fuck yourself like you're packing two kinds of genitals [Hook: JJ Peters & Matt "Realbad" Rogers"] (Go) This shit is getting tired (Fuck) It's hard to let it slide (Your) Not even worth the scuffle (Self) Let it take the hustle (Go) This shit is getting tired (Fuck) It's hard to let it slide (Your) Not even worth the scuffle (Self) Let it take the hustle Go Fuck Your Self - go fuck yourself Go Fuck Your Self - go fuck yourself [Verse 2: Lord Ezec] They call me The Cremator Incinerate, torture Things burning out of control The reaper's here to take your soul Mentally vexed, cashing those checks Blood lusting, I demand my respect [Hook: JJ Peters & Matt "Realbad" Rogers"] (Go) This shit is getting tired (Fuck) It's hard to let it slide (Your) Not even worth the scuffle (Self) Let it take the hustle (Go) This shit is getting tired (Fuck) It's hard to let it slide (Your) Not even worth the scuffle (Self) Let it take the hustle Go Fuck Your Self - go fuck yourself Go Fuck Your Self - go fuck yourself