Geto Boys — Fuck Em

[Chorus] Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck 'em all (I bury those cockroaches) Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck 'em all What'd they ever do for us? (I bury those cockroaches) Hey— Hey— Hey, fuck you, man [Verse 1: Willie D, Scarface & Bushwick Bill] I got a bone to pick 'cause I'm sick Of you motherfuckers talkin' shit We put you up, you put us down and I'm mad Time to talk about your dog ass Jealous motherfuckers, it seems, wanna try the AK How do you do 'em? Fuck 'em up like a cardiac So if you're curious, get a blood donor 'Cause I'ma fuck you up so bad, that your mama won't know ya I pity the fool who diss the mastermind of wreckin' shit Now let me tell you somethin', bitch Get yourself a headstone, a plot and some pine 'Cause when I catch up with you, your ass is mine The line is drawn, word is born The motherfuckers who crossed it are dead and gone Punk motherfuckers, go suck a dick Bushwick (Yo, money), what you think about this bullshit? Fuck those unknown motherfuckers With a ten-foot pole, they can't touch us Before the Geto Boys came around You can't front on it, clown, H-town was no town Yeah, we know you're still skeptic 'Cause we ain't kissin' no goddamn ass to be accepted And if you're waitin' on that to happen, sucka You'll be a waitin' motherfucker Shit outta luck, stuck and got fucked Thumbs up to those who down with us For you other motherfuckers in the atmosphere I'm sayin' fuck you loud and clear [Chorus] Fuck 'em all— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck 'em all (I bury those cockroaches) Fuck— Fuck 'em all— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck— Fuck 'em all (What'd they ever do for us?) Street gangsterism is going to remain a threat to our nation Hey, fuck you, man [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill, Willie D] Radio, newspapers, TVs Spreadin' lies across the seven seas Many people thought we couldn't endure Niggas are buyin' it, now they ain't so sure Billboard has us, check out our status I don't understand you hoes, what's the matter? The motherfuckers are sick Constipated, cold full of shit They tried to keep us off the market Straight up ho shit, they had to stock it My back don't pack no monkeys 'Cause I kick more ass than a donkey I got a pump, but I will jump You's a punk, on a one-on-one, you'll run to the trunk If you're motherfuckin' feet fits the shoe I'm Willie D and I came to say fuck you Hey— Hey— Hey— Fuck you, man Fuck you has been stated by the underground master Show me a high-sadiddy bitch and I'll thrash her Fuck you is what I'm sets to do And spit on your nasty ass when I'm through You don't like me 'cause what you see is a figure Of a for real-ass nigga I won't iron your clothes or pay rent at your place 'Cause ain't a damn thing baby about my face The whole faculty's on crack You say I can't wear my hat, but yo, fuck that You call yourself teacher, but what's bein' taught How to fuck kids and not get caught? How can your teacher reach you? They're too busy in the halls tryin' to fuck the other teacher Bushwick Bill a true vulture my, mon Rasta chat, fuck unuh, understand? [Interlude: Ready Red] Fuck the motherfuckin' critics Fuck newspapers, fuck the radio stations And fuck your parents against rap We buried y'all fuckin' cockroaches Fuck— Fuck 'em all [Verse 3: Willie D] To every motherfucker who diss my crew I'm sayin fuck you, now what you hoes wanna do? I got an arsenal in my Blazer, for instance Some shit that'll shake the ground, so keep your distance Parents confiscatin' my tapes Sendin' letters and shit talkin' 'bout how they hate The album Controversy, they're rebellin' I don't give a fuck 'cause the shit still sellin' So this is how the D'll respond I'ma cuss my ass off for your daughters and sons And if you don't like it, spouse You can suck my dick until your lips fall off I've had it up to here with this bullshit To each I preach without a pulpit Pause, I don't do, nails I don't chew Whenever I fix my mouth to say fuck you [Outro] I bury those cockroaches