Fuck You

[Intro: Noreaga]

Yea, yea, we back again, we doin' our shit, yo

Word up, I wanna hear some fly shit

You know what I'm sayin', some get high shit

Word up, I wanna hear some white boy shit, man

Yo, I wanna hear some Eminem, man

Talkin' about all that shit he be doin'

[Hook: Slim Shady]

You ain't into fuckin' drugs, fuck you

You don't do ecstasy, fuck you

You don't pop mushrooms, fuck you

If you don't wanna tab of acid, fuck you

[Verse 1: Slim Shady]

I'm nauseous in this place, I need some office space

The boss is late, I wanna slap the mustache right off his face

I'm ready to go postal, I'm so close

I can almost feel his throat with no pulse when I choke him

In ten seconds I'mma turn into Hulk Hogan

With a cigarette in his mouth

He tells me there's no smokin'

I'm sick of this shit, it's ridiculous

All I picture is kickin' his ass

When he's taking his ashes and flickin' 'em

I'm sick of these stamps

I'm sick of lickin' 'em, sick of stickin' 'em

I'm sick of lookin' at 'em, I'm sick of 'em

"Alright, Mr. Mathers, pick 'em up!"

No you pick 'em up! Bitch, stick 'em up

Get against the wall, senior citizens and all

I can't take this shit no more, everybody hit the floor

Get the door, close it and lock it

Put your wallets back in your pocket, I don't want dollars

Ain't none of us walkin' out of this office

[Hook: Slim Shady]

Faggot, fuck you, work at the post office, fuck you

Talkin' shit to me, tellin' me to take out

The goddamn garbage, fuck you

If you're a fuckin' dick, fuck you

If you're a white rapper, fuck you

Talk shit about Stretch? You're cool

But if you don't talk shit about Stretch, fuck you

If you're a fuckin' punk, fuck you

Talk shit about me, fuck you

You wanna battle me, fuck you

I ain't got to say shit to you but fuck you