Fuck Me lyrics

Artist  : Vanilla Ice 
Song : Fuck Me



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As I continue the journey to get your eardrums
straight
Now pay attention to this flow,
there's no reason to hate
Now watch me show
your state, and let me state how I do it
Sit
back and just listen to the music
You get
sucked up in this melody
Hell'll be the ones
that lay down and get caught up in their
jealousy
(huh) They're telling white lies now
realize I caught it from the top
and I can see
it in your eyes

You're the fool in the
suit
You're the fool in the suit
You're the
fool, you're the fool
You're the fool
F_ck
you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack
bastard - and there aing nothing you can
do
F_ck you - there aing nothing you can
do
You whack bastard - nothing you can
do

Like a phony acting like that you was
my homey
Like genuine you tried to ride me
like a pony
I'm the only that's gonna shine,
so forget it
You critics who wasn't with
it
Mad cause I flipped it back on
ya'
Blowin up the spot like Kazinsky on
safety
Blaze another track cause I` simply hot
to trot
Gotta make a knot, get the people into
it
When I do it, grab the cash, and shake the
spot
Now tell me if you know how I'm coming,
nose running
To get a glimpse at the most
stunning and cunning
And never will I change a
format and now you know
I can't go for
that

You're the fool in the suit
You're
the fool in the suit
You're the fool, you're
the fool
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you
can do
You whack bastard - and there ain't
nothing you can do
Fuck you - there ain't
nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing
you can do

F_ck that bullsh_t...you
f_cking...that sh_t sucks... you weak
bastard...
f_ck Vanilla Ice...He sucks...he
eats sh_t...F_ck Vanilla Ice

(yelling)I
hope you got more sh_t than that you weak
motherf_cker!

And there ain't nothing you
can do
And there ain't nothing you can
do

One short life and I can't die
Some
got more pricks than a motherf_ckin
porcupine
Still I'm waiting, waiting to
die
Cause I burn like your mother says, boil
like your father's pride

You're the fool
in the suit
You're the fool in the
suit
You're the fool, you're the
fool
You're the fool
F_ck you - there ain't
nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and
there ain't nothing you can do
F_ck you -
there ain't nothing you can do
You whack
bastard - nothing you can do
F_ck you...you
white a**...Bullsh_t...corn-fed trailer
park...bi_ch...
f_cking...F_ck you...cheap,
worn out...yuppie...bastard...whack a**...
Ice
Ice Baby, Ice Ice Biaaaatch!

Ha Ha
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Produced By Ross Robinson