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Canibus - Phuk U lyrics
Phuk..U (4x) Ok Phuk..U (4x) (Verse 1) Yo, yo Ayo, nobody can flow wit Bis Rock a show wit bis Or go toe to toe wit Bis None of yall can co-exist We livin in an Ice Age and its cold as shit 100,000 dollar price range, niggas is frozen stiff All I know is this My felt tip hotter than hell get 186 thousand miles per sec can melt flesh Give a nigga a tan Aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand While I promote that new Canibus jam Niggas feel it underground wit stalactites hangin from the ceiling I'm out on tour wit 30 city trips Every state its like bitches be bulimic for dicks Screamin the chorus Half unconscious I hold my cordless Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest While the people go insane for us I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I aint payin for it I freestyle the whole set Kickin a hundred bars, nigga fuck who's on next Fuck you! Chorus 1 - Phuk.. U.. (2x) Ok Phuk.. U.. (4x) Ok (Verse 2) -Fuck- them extra niggas that's always around you -Fuck- niggas that talk about you and try to clown you -Fuck- niggas you run into that never did nuttin' for you -Fuck- niggas thats lyin tellin people they discovered you -Ok, Fuck- niggas that're jealous cause you nicer than them Don't give a -fuck- who you offend you gotta fight till the end If you -fuck- a groupie chicken when you out on tour Smoke a little bit of weed wit her then -fuck- her some more Tell her to bring three friends so you can -fuck- all four Menage-a-trois, what the -fuck- she expect you a dog Almighty god blessed you wit a dick and two balls So if you like to -fuck- pussy that don't mean that you wrong Unless you -fuck- it raw dog I -fuck- a nappy dug out Bust in her mouth Kick her the -fuck- out She'll cuss me out, like... (Repeat chorus 1) (Verse 3) Yo, yo Ya superstar status don't mean shit to me Lyrically sucker emcees still get frequency Try to dis me now How you sound? Yo, whoever signed you must be runnin the circus cuz you a clown You a rapper wit a drug habit, hidin the truth Camoflaugin ya needle tracks wit some colorful tattoos You was never equipped for this Never equipped to spit wit Bis I'm swift as shit Let me point out the main differences You magnificent I'm mic-nificent Yo, i'd even go out on a limb wit it Say you write a little bit That don't make you a tight lyricist Cause you don't practice or stick with it Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend wit this I never quit, I got a gift for the art A low maintenance cost No physical movin parts In '98, niggas thought I was God How the fuck did that change I'm still one of the illest niggas in the game So look inside yourself and tell me what you see If you see a hungry nigga then you lookin at me And its aight if you don't trust me Cause I don't trust you As a matter of fact I'll probably bust you Motherfucker, Fuck you Chorus 2 - Ok, Phuk.. U.. (4x) Ok, Phuk.. U.. (4x) Ok.. |
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