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Kool Keith - F U M F Lyrics

F - u m. f. Song Lyrics
F - u m. f. by Kool Keith So what you got your first deal?
Who you signed with, nigga?
Epic?
Def jam?
I don't give a f**k if you're with warner bros.
Who you signed with, nigga?
Muthaf**kin loud?
Interscope, columbia, sony, 550
f**k it if you're with dreamworks
And if is, your in-house commercial-ass producers
Can suck out the interior out of my dick
Y'all still 75, that ain't no new sh*t
Fake-ass wanna-be hip-hop sh*t
Don't worry about who the f**k I hang with
Jealous muthaf**kas

I'm tired of niggas fooling muthaf**kas
Actin like they drug dealers
All you rappers fantasizin that jewelry and car sh*t
You can pull the speedos and suck my dick
Tell your corny fans who believe that sh*t
Lick the back of my ass quick
I'ma shut faggots down
Especially muthaf**kas with that gay-ass production
New millenium homo sound
Smack the sh*t out of you for doin that wack-ass sh*t you do
50 bodyguards surround you
Keepin men that f**k you in the ass around you
Standin like you runnin sh*t, you ain't the f**kin president
Posin with ugly b**ches in your video who take aids medicine
You don't wanna f**k with me or rock with me
Or rhyme on any block with me
f**k the rap museum
I should be on the wall next to run-d.m.c.
Between public enemy
Some a**holes jealous me
I don't care no more about your lyrics
The average mc is bullsh*t, I don't hear it
f**k you talkin about you rap with a good spirit
I make rappers intimidated
Over wack-ass beats they get motivated, some have ministrated
Even suburban kids copy your sh*t and duplicate it
My balls you now cherish
By some new-ass mc about to perish
Type of muthaf**ka to eat a lotta celery
Your cd was butter-soft - what you tellin me?
A bunch of 'n sync type of fans hyped you up like bill bellamy
A b**ch like you would rhyme with a curfew
Niggas with real sh*t will hurt you
The girl scout club I refer you
Bastard you
Your man rap, new nigga, he's wack, f**k you
Stay low, I'm above you
Erase your sh*t, I don't dub you
f**k you
f**k you

Muthaf**ka
f**k you

Muthaf**ka
f**k you

Yeah
You been rappin for 20'000 years
And you ain't got your f**kin deal yet?
What the f**k
Don't take your problems out on me
And the rest of you muthaf**kas
Walkin around lookin like some old alien niggas

Muthaf**ka, I pull your face off
'bout to show you what the f**k you look like
Cause you keep it real
Too real muthaf**kin broke
2001
Nobody was sayin that sh*t when I was payin for them f**kin hot wings
Hope you burn your f**kin lips

f**k you
Muthaf**ka
f**k you
Muthaf**ka
f**k you
Muthaf**ka
f**k you

a**hole