Fuck That by Tha Fedaralz Lyrics
Nah fuck that, I’m tired of all these fake emcees
Just ‘cause you got a karaoke don’t mean
That you can touch the mic and come hype out a scene
Niggas step up and get crushed up in the ring
You ending your life ‘cause there’s no ref up in between
Your only option is to leave bloodied up in the spleen
Your new name’s dirty and faggot and obscene
Pay me next time and I won’t crush your dreams
Nah fuck that, I’m playing by a new set of rules
Never lose ‘cause I turn your metaphors to meta-twos
Yes it’s true, your chances to win are slim
In verbal combat I’ll hyper-extend your chin
Nah fuck that, my raps will snatch ya sight
But I bring it to ya introduce ya to the afterlife
Live via satellite as the crowd watches and analyze
How you manage to fuck yourself like a hermaphrodite
Fuck that, caution don’t pass the mic
‘cause emcees be acting like they half as tight
Nah fuck that, my rough raps have to strike
Back at ya clique with the rapid slice of craps and dice
Now you face the facts of life with no potential
But to be just a drag in tights, acting like
Every track that I drop ain’t clean
I fade teams and have you flowing down the mainstream
Nah fuck that, you wanna shoot while I bust back
It’s a fact I crush whack, never cut slack
Just cut cats right where they at and can counterattack
Nah fuck that, you wanna shoot I said I bust back
Fuck that, your whole clique shit’s done
Your fingers gripped to a clip while your soft as shoe slippers
Smirnoff got me drunk and pissed off
Asking how you gonna grip the mic tight when both your arms is ripped off
Nah fuck that, ain’t never heard a scene, a lyric murder team
It’s time to serve a fiend and drink a forty at the murder scene
Fuck that, I kick the rough raps, where my thugs at
That’s on the rugged point of insanity of the [?]
Now I don’t want that, and if you do that for the exit
Then I’ma start dropping bomb when it’s the least unexpected
Shit gets hectic, with the serial killer poetry
Hitting y’all with the potency up in ya bitches ovaries
F-U-C-K that, when I rap and comment on the whack emcees
On jaws that jack, still he count me [?] from the underground
Which means we be key with the speak
Speak poisonous at ya words out the mouth
‘Cause I roll with chicks that’s sad with no [?]
It’s the era they fall, screaming “fuck that” down city halls
FEDARALZ stay Willie lynch mob with lyrics, living like Livin’ Color, there’s no other
Now try and hear this, when this chick says she nice
Throw that bitch of deuces, to leave no excuses
It’s abusive, so you best to call the people
Say murder in the sequel, really there’s no equal
Nah fuck that, showin’ ya how whack styles get touched
Bum rush ya, see stomp ya, like monster trucks
Punks get lifted, drifted, necks get strangled
Like a car we get shifted from many different angles
Fuck that, we [?] be, bring it to ya cheap compartment
‘Cause niggas be tryna sweat me like I was key
Freestyles in your receiver with air like Vince Carter
And the circle bring drama just like a soap opera
Just ‘cause you got a karaoke don’t mean
That you can touch the mic and come hype out a scene
Niggas step up and get crushed up in the ring
You ending your life ‘cause there’s no ref up in between
Your only option is to leave bloodied up in the spleen
Your new name’s dirty and faggot and obscene
Pay me next time and I won’t crush your dreams
Nah fuck that, I’m playing by a new set of rules
Never lose ‘cause I turn your metaphors to meta-twos
Yes it’s true, your chances to win are slim
In verbal combat I’ll hyper-extend your chin
Nah fuck that, my raps will snatch ya sight
But I bring it to ya introduce ya to the afterlife
Live via satellite as the crowd watches and analyze
How you manage to fuck yourself like a hermaphrodite
Fuck that, caution don’t pass the mic
‘cause emcees be acting like they half as tight
Nah fuck that, my rough raps have to strike
Back at ya clique with the rapid slice of craps and dice
Now you face the facts of life with no potential
But to be just a drag in tights, acting like
Every track that I drop ain’t clean
I fade teams and have you flowing down the mainstream
Nah fuck that, you wanna shoot while I bust back
It’s a fact I crush whack, never cut slack
Just cut cats right where they at and can counterattack
Nah fuck that, you wanna shoot I said I bust back
Fuck that, your whole clique shit’s done
Your fingers gripped to a clip while your soft as shoe slippers
Smirnoff got me drunk and pissed off
Asking how you gonna grip the mic tight when both your arms is ripped off
Nah fuck that, ain’t never heard a scene, a lyric murder team
It’s time to serve a fiend and drink a forty at the murder scene
Fuck that, I kick the rough raps, where my thugs at
That’s on the rugged point of insanity of the [?]
Now I don’t want that, and if you do that for the exit
Then I’ma start dropping bomb when it’s the least unexpected
Shit gets hectic, with the serial killer poetry
Hitting y’all with the potency up in ya bitches ovaries
F-U-C-K that, when I rap and comment on the whack emcees
On jaws that jack, still he count me [?] from the underground
Which means we be key with the speak
Speak poisonous at ya words out the mouth
‘Cause I roll with chicks that’s sad with no [?]
It’s the era they fall, screaming “fuck that” down city halls
FEDARALZ stay Willie lynch mob with lyrics, living like Livin’ Color, there’s no other
Now try and hear this, when this chick says she nice
Throw that bitch of deuces, to leave no excuses
It’s abusive, so you best to call the people
Say murder in the sequel, really there’s no equal
Nah fuck that, showin’ ya how whack styles get touched
Bum rush ya, see stomp ya, like monster trucks
Punks get lifted, drifted, necks get strangled
Like a car we get shifted from many different angles
Fuck that, we [?] be, bring it to ya cheap compartment
‘Cause niggas be tryna sweat me like I was key
Freestyles in your receiver with air like Vince Carter
And the circle bring drama just like a soap opera