The Official Nasty - Denace - Fi Fi fo Fum lyrics

''Oh my god who's he think he is Slim Shady, Marshal Mathers'' ''Get off his dick'' ''Oh man, you're nobody'' They so hate me right now ''f** you, Nasty'' What shall I do? ''Get a record deal, my a**'' I love it, ha Hey, y'all rest f**er, Vonex they can't top this Fi fi fo fum I smell the blood of a jealous man I smell the blood of a jealous man Fi fi fo fum Fi fi fo fum Be alive or be dead, I'll have his bones to grind my bread, grind my bread Mooo-Hoo-Hoo Aaow They wanna hate me, let hate me They wanna diss me, let em praise me (f** you) You ain't Eminem, you ain't Shady (Hi) You just mad at yourself cause you ain't me (Oh) They wanna frisk me down to my nutsack (Oooh) Pa** the K wire, show me where's the vaults at Imma rape em, show em where the c*nts sack (Ughh) A bunch of pussies I'm dealing with, dumb a** (b**hes) Put your hands down this ain't a club banger (Sit down) This is what I call k**ing some day haters Go cry to your mames, munchkins (argh) Fi fi fo fum I smell the blood of a jealous man I smell the blood of a jealous man Fi fi fo fum Fi fi fo fum Be alive or be dead, I'll have his bones to grind my bread, grind my bread Mooo-Hoo-Hoo Look at these eyes, greener than Kermit Licence to k** and he just got to s**m it I'm sicker than cancer, nobody can cure it (No) Who are you clowns back in the circus Enter the center, they call me the blender (Oh) Chopping and leaving your body right next to your head And your arms and your arms in your rectom (Aha) I am the predator and you're my victim I will defent the content of my lyrics You can keep talking like little dumb b**hes You're so wrong if you think I'm gonna quit this (Yo) Fi fi fo fum I smell the blood of a jealous man I smell the blood of a jealous man Fi fi fo fum Fi fi fo fum Be alive or be dead, I'll have his bones to grind my bread, grind my bread Mooo-Hoo-Hoo I am so raw when I'm repping your fillet They say that I s** and my style is upbringing Haters be loving, too scared to admit it Boiling up like an egg in a sk**et Boy's he tough enough, not being offended Talking that jack but still spinning my record Isn't it crazy how envy effects them Let them keep talking, they want their attention Envy me baby cause baby I love it Tell me you hate me I'll tell you to s** it Look at this finger I'll tell you to shove it Fi fi fo fum I smell the blood of a jealous man I smell the blood of a jealous man Fi fi fo fum Fi fi fo fum Be alive or be dead, I'll have his bones to grind my bread, grind my bread Mooo-Hoo-Hoo Jesus, aha Oh my god look at these f**ing haters I wave to em and I blow em a kiss And I'm like ''hey, how y'all doing'' I'm doing great and it pisses em off and I love it I'm out-out ''f** you, Nasty, f** you'' ''f** you, Nasty'' ''I f**ing hate him'' ''He's f**ing stupid, I hate him'' ''He's... f** him'' ''I'm like ''I have a CD in my CD player but I still f**ing hate him'' ''What's he want from me, f** him'' ''Let's go bother him, I'm bored'' ''I'm f**ing bored'' 'Let's get on the internet and talk sh**, come on'' ''f** him'' ''f** you, Nasty'' Aha, I like it