[Intro: Cheloo, Bishop]
Fuck rappers using lipstick
Fuck rappers wearing pink Puma pyjamas
Fuck everything
Fuck anybody
"Fuck" is the word
"Fuck" is the word

[Verse 1: Bishop]
Locked and loaded, get the safety on
While we steady, aim and fire, your face be gone
I'm hellbound home boy 'cause that place is fun
And you know heaven's burning with them priests and nuns
We zero tolerance for your pimpsy guns
Plus they won't let us in with a case of dawn
Sold my soul to the devil then I stole it back
Now I'm most wanted, wanna put a hole in black
Pant leg for the dope like I'm holdin' crack
N***a sixteen herbs, I be foldin' stack
Welcome to the sick mind of a crazy kid
Livin' proof for weak-ass, what the 80s did
Quick stuffers, stay calm, you know how we do
Because we break toes, we be rowdy too
That's a promise, we shall never mix a thread
When it's warm I shiver, when it's cold, I sweat
And now I frown when I'm glad and I smile
When I'm all right, I hear [?] (Motherfucker)
[Chorus: Cheloo, both]
Fuck fake friends, fuck shakin' hands
Please take a good shit in yo' fucking pants
Me be like: fuck decency, pardon me
My split personality is splitted in three
Fuck fake friends, fuck shakin' hands
Please take a good shit in yo' fucking pants
Me be like: fuck decency, pardon me
My split personality is splitted in three

[Verse 2: Cheloo, both]
I create problems if I don't have any
Kick the kid and fuck the nanny, rape the granny
Shoot the shit and ask for a Grammy
Give me love and I give you back one fake penny
Fuck rappers using lipstick, sick freaks
I hate bling-bling, you all look like chicks with dicks
No tricks allowed, I can sing from the butt
Try to love me, respect me for what I'm not, hey
Check the message I'll release today
Fuck bitches, be a guy, not a fucking gay
If you wanna hang with me you need a good rope
You have to take dope, drink forties and smoke (Yo)
Cry me a river when you see I'm sad
Be my fuck puppet, bitch, wreck my bed
I spit dirty things with wicked means
After 99 drinks look, I get wings
I can pay twenty bucks for the bitch of my dreams
And I really don't care for other human beings
When the nature calls I never call back
Fuck is the word
Let's say "What the fuck"
[Chorus: Cheloo, both]
Fuck fake friends, fuck shakin' hands
Please take a good shit in yo' fucking pants
Me be like: fuck decency, pardon me
My split personality is splitted in three
Fuck fake friends, fuck shakin' hands
Please take a good shit in yo' fucking pants
Me be like: fuck decency, pardon me
My split personality is splitted in three