MATLOCK - Infinity F.U.'s lyrics

rate me

Yeah, you too mothafucka

Yeah, to the whole rap game: Fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Cats showing no shame, so fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Man if you gotta use my name, to get yourself a little fame

Then you're a loser anyway, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

That Morty Gold shit's weak, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Even the old shit's sweat, so fuck you! (Fuck you!)

And Granite grows gritty beats, while the whole city sleeps

So if you're just waking up, then fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Eyyo, remember when you showed love, before you had a big mouth

When you were just a noname, before you put your shit out

Before you went to bitch rap, before the dough got ya

And turned hiphop into a fucking soap opera

More and more drama, I've been tripping all week

Because these kids all think that their shit don't stink

Chill, don't speak, you ain't signing autographs

Y'all should be slanging tapes, out a fucking garbage bag

Hardest ever fag on a track acting phoney

You made a rap record and wanted to act like you know me

You want me to do a cut with you, chill and smoke a blunt with you

And be my little buckaroo, but I don't even fuck with you

And it ain't nothing new, you dance for a docket

And you all playahate each other like lobsters in a bucket, fuck it!

And to my peers, I just wanna hear flows, it appeal to my ears

But nobody hears close, you wanna hear it, here it goes, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

You hiphop-heroes, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

You cats with big egos

And all you fucking weirdos, spitting words you can't spell fuck you! (Fuck you!)

That's all you'll ever get from me, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Yeah, till infinity, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

The Internet, the industry, the radio ain't shit to me

Y'all can all go to hell, fuck you (Fuck you!)

Eyyo, I press 500 tapes, gave away a stack of 'em

I'm broke but the bootleggers probably went platinum

So Morty's coming after them, pissed and disgusted

I hope you catch AIDS, I hope you get your shit busted

Stacking no chips, you wonder why I'm so pissed

You so rich, and all up in my pockets like a broke bitch

Subliminal, it's no diss, fuck it then, so is this

Two words and both fists

I pull cards like “Go Fish”, dead on I don't miss

Man I can't hold back, rap on your own risk

Don't get your dome cracked

Man I just won't pack my hard-heard bucks

And I didn't cop your new CD, but I heard it sucked

And every spot I go to, it's just the same shit again

Watch whose name you whispering

Don't think that I ain't listening, get some recognition

Watch your momma start hating, it's the he-say-she-say

I refuse to partaken

And to the writers start painting, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

And till the bomb end in breaking, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

And to all you rappers faking, take that money that you're making

And go buy yourself a heart, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Yo, what's this beefing all about? Fuck you! (Fuck you!)

I'm the wrong cat to doubt, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Just put your wack ass album out, and keep my name up out your mouth

And everything will be gravy, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Yea yea, you like to pop a lot of crack

That's why nobody got your back

And you don't even got a gat

I hope your ass gets shot for that

You got the nerves to wonder why I screw face you fruitcakes

You're too fake, and you don't even like that bullshit you make

It's not in your new tape, it's not how you spit (uh-uh)

It's all in what you got, and whose dick you suck to get it

Your rhymes: despicable, punchlines: predictable

Man, any kind of criminal would beat that ass on principle

You ain't never been broke, that supposed to be some sick joke?

Expecting heads to buy it, when you lie with every pen stroke?

I see it in your eyes, I can't help but criticize

You ain't no murderer unless you count killing eyes

And every time you're in my eye, you're caught up in a different lie

You bunch of pussies wish I died, but I got bigger fish to fry

Too many names a name, but just on vain your one-two

Play this song for your crew, and say I'm hating on you

But what you're really gonna do, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Every single last one of you, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

You always claim you're number one, but you're less than number two

In other words you ain't shit, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

You really think you'll match this? Fuck you! (Fuck you!)

You're a damn actress, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

You got a crew full of fagots, and your heart is Lenny Kravitz

And your bitch got dirty feet, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

You wanna talk about crime? Fuck you! (Fuck you!)

You're the type to drop dimes, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

And you can copy down my rhymes, and try to read between the lines

But it all sums up the fuck you! (Fuck you!)

My name is Morty Goldsteen, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

I stay up late and don't sleep, fuck you! (Fuck you!)

I like to chill and smoke weed, and steal shit I don't need

So when you catch me in your crib, fuck you! (Fuck you!)