Fuck ’Em Geto Boys

[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