Lyrics to Fuck You
Here we go, Kells

Base in your face, get the whole taste
Rolling hate from a plate pop a whole mace
Hit the bank, issa flex for some old drink
Lit a J, do the rolls, make the hoes race
Anywhere I go, I make them hoes faint
I-I hit and they fine like they old pain
Celebrate with my doubts, got it on tape
Smoke from the bus make the sky all pape
All we know is rage, all wе know is rage
I got a fucking circus going backstage
Can't bring bunnies from thе front page
Got the strippers stole at someone at fourth grade

Real rockstars make the glass break
Real popstars make they ass shake
Hip-Hop mix the water with the corn flakes
But they are not what they say
These people are fake

This is not a song for the radio, this is not a song for the radio
This is just a come from the storm back in the label
With a [?] make the muthafuckers penny, ho
Wake up on a roll with the same clothes
Brush my teeth, [?] yo
Bitch, I'm from Cleveland so tell the people I'm around here
But I'm jumping at these speakers until crowd good


Real rockstars make the glass break
Real popstars make they ass shake
Hip-Hop mix the water with the corn flakes
But fuck 'em because they all fake

Wooh
Tell me if you ask me, think I give a fuck
My parents never had a son, they had a nut
Never had a girl, I only had a slut
Dirty dog, I'm a mutt, watch me live it up
Trash came from a robber, huh
Trash bag full of a hundred, huh
Trans hand do a hundred, huh
Dash cam got me running, ahh
I'm american’s bad boy, rebel without a cause
So every ground flaw, [?] middle finger [?]
I take [?]
[?] without a source
This is rock, uncut snuff, better get you fucked up
Starring all the rappers like a lunch truck
Industry don't understand, they tough nut
I'm from the guts, where they guts getting butt-fucked
Hate me, underrate me, fuck, take me
But put me on the same level as Jay-Z
A wolf in me, I think that I got the rabies on the best way rock since the 80s
Break the neck if you crazy
What type of sucker paid into a riot?
I got the power, I will not be silent
Bitch, I'm from Cleveland so tell the people I'm around here
And I'm jumping at these speakers until crowd good


Real rockstars make the glass break
Real popstars make they ass shake
Hip-Hop mix the water with the corn flakes
But fuck 'em because they all fake