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Born Jonathan Powell in Dublin, Georgia to teenage parents and raised by his grandma, Critical grew up among impoverished surroundings. He turned to crime at a
Critical Knowledge... Is "The One & Only S-O-A-B"
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Peak #510
Peak in subgenre #48
Author
Jonathan Powell
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Jonathan Powell
Uploaded
June 03, 2014
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MP3 4.4 MB • 160 kbps • 3:48
Lyrics
Fuck Who?
[Intro]
I hear yonder had it with that moderfucker
Let me tell ya
I've had it with that boy
That moonshine drinking, dirt road driving, mud bogging redneck hillbilly
I've had it with 'em
I'ma get em, you watch what I tell ya
(Come get me then bitch)
[Verse One]
They can't stand me
Because my music be disturbing their peace'
But I pay em no attention
Like I do the police
But please I ask you to ask them
To never stop bitchin'
Yeah because see I enjoy it
Just like bar b q chicken
That I eat on our porch
And not in my kitchen
O and also notice I never pork
Becusae I eat with my hands
Yeah not with a fork
See we southern fried people
Have no table manners
But don't believe me
Yeah ask David Banner
Plus I can't spell
Yeah nor can I talk
No just like a parrot all I do is malk
And well now I guess
Yeah to top it off
I'll say Illonis
Then play with my toys
Yeah being I illetrate and dumb as fuck
Now hold up wait did I forget to cluck
Yeah just like a duck
Or say the word truck
Now who gives a fuck
Now what else can I say
O yeah fuck a gay
And god bless chick mutha fuckin fi li
[Chorus]
Now fuck who, fuck me, fuck you
Fuck me, fuck you, fuck who
We can say fuck till we all turn blue
So dejavu, fuck who, fuck you
And here's a middle finger fuck you to
So fuck me, fuck who, fuck you
Fuck who, fuck me, fuck you
We can say fuck till we all turn blue
So dejavu, fuck who, fuck you
And here's a middle finger fuck you to
So fuck me, fuck who, fuck you
Fuck who, fuck me, fuck you
Yeah that's who fuck fuck too
[Verse Two]
Now I'ma ball till I fall pimp till I die
Scream dirty south till the heaves colide
Yeah that's right I've got southern pride
So pucker up and kiss my country hide
And fuck why you hate we will survive
And true we hunt fish, and four wheel drive
But we also give praise to the mighty high
And heres some truth no no need to lie
Ill feed your ass to them gators alive
So continue to think that we stupid and dumb
But you want be saying jack when they find your neck hung
No you wouldn't last a week out where I come from
For we have no pitty on a lazy ass bum
But come on down if you really want some
Yeah since we just scare dance and dosiey doo
But I suggest you hush about what you don't know
For there's more to the country than A&E shows
So just keep your little commode mouth closed
And tend the holes up in your panty hose
And stop being mad because the souths resose
[Chorus]
Now fuck who, fuck me, fuck you
Fuck me, fuck you, fuck who
We can say fuck till we all turn blue
So dejavu, fuck who, fuck you
And here's a middle finger fuck you to
So fuck me, fuck who, fuck you
Fuck who, fuck me, fuck you
We can say fuck till we all turn blue
So dejavu, fuck who, fuck you
And here's a middle finger fuck you to
So fuck me, fuck who, fuck you
Fuck who, fuck me, fuck you
Yeah that's who fuck fuck too
[Verse Three]
Now fuck how you think you know about my inventory
I've never done this shit for glory
But only to tell a bit of my story
See I'm just like you
Only trying to win living in this life sin
Doing all I can to take care of my kin
But if you want to talk about drama
I live in trauma
Hell I'm 31 one living with my mama
So fuck Obama
Yeah I said fuck Baraock Obma
And fuck who ever claims that I'm fake
Atleast I can man up to my mistakes
That's why I still eat them plain corn flakes
Instead of those well over priced brand steaks
And yeah you're right I lived on the streets
I don't know shit about staying in sweets
So post that I'm dying (Yeah) to hear your tweets
O and call me voice of all the poor
In fact I'm ready, and prepared for war
I say don't know I was raisded in the hood
But now you same krackers only wish you could
So what's new when you go an say fuck who
Theres nothing you can do that can make me fell blue
For me as a kid no food with rent due was more true
No you have not a clue as to what I've been thru
And no I'm no liar so don't think I want set your ass on fire
For robbing and stealling use to be m
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