Beastie Boys - Hey ***** You Lyrics
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?Look give it back you're wicky wackWith your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at allI didn't touch your hand man you know its all ballYou sold a few records but don't get slick'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hitsYou've been in the game, your career is longBut when you break it down you've only got 2 songsMC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeetI just yell pull and MMM drops the beatYou people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage menTakin' out the trash when you pull out the penAnd if you don't like then hey ***** you!I read about you up on page 6They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissedNow talk about your face now don't get pissedBut I suggest you see a dermatologistI keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weakIt's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beakI've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecksYour rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watchYou're hearing me and you're like "oh my god its Sasquatch!"I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shitSo put your sewer boots on before your ass gets litAnd if you don't like then hey ***** you!So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourselfSucker MC's it's me they're resentingIn the animal kingdom they call it presentingWith the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodleThe truth is brutal your grandma's kugelKings County is my stomping groundThe Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, DowntownSo don't ask me to wine and dine yaI'm from Brooklyn you're from ReginaYou're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite SamYou're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I amWith those lies you're telling you look like Toucan SamBut my style's impregnable like the Hoover DamAnd if you don't like then hey ***** you!
