[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
N***as 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 n***a
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