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..