Fee Fi fo Fum - Denace

''Oh my God!"

Who’s he think he is Slim Shady?

Marshall Mathers?''

''Get off his dick''

''Oh man, you’re nobody''

They so hate me right now

''Fuck you, Nasty''

What shall I do?

''Get a record deal, my ass''

I love it, ha

Hey, yo Raz, fucker, 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 he dead

I’ll have his bones to rye my bread, rye my bread

Boo-Hoo-Hoo

Ow, they wanna hate me, let 'em hate me

They wanna diss me, let 'em blaze me (Fuck 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 nut-sack (Oooh)

Pass the K wire, show me where the butts at

I’ma rape em, show em where the cunts at (Ughh)

A bunch of pussies I’m dealing with, dumb ass (Bitches)

Put your hands down, this ain’t a club banger (Sit down)

This is what I call killing some dumb haters

Go cry to your mommy’s, munchkins (ahh!)

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 he dead

I’ll have his bones to rye my bread, rye my bread

Boo-Hoo-Hoo

Look at these eyes, greener than Kermit

License to kill and he just got this permit

I’m sicker than cancer, nobody can cure it (No)

Who are you clowns, back in your 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 rectum (Aha)

I am the predator and you are my victim

I will defend the content of my lyrics

You can keep talking like little dumb bitches

You are so wrong if you think I’m gonna quit this (No)

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 he dead

I’ll have his bones to rye my bread, rye my bread

Boo-Hoo-Hoo

I am so raw when I’m repping, you feel it

They say that I suck and my style is upbringing

Haters be loving, too scared to admit it

Boiling up like an egg in a skillet

Boy is he tough enough for not being offended

Talking that jack but still spinning my record

Isn’t it crazy how envy effects 'em

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 suck 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 he dead

I’ll have his bones to rye my bread, rye my bread

Boo-Hoo-Hoo

Jesus, aha

Oh my God look at these fucking 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

''Fuck you, Nasty, fuck you''

''Fuck you, Nasty''

''I fucking hate him''

''He's fucking stupid, I hate him''

''He's… Fuck him''

''I'm like ''I have a CD in my CD player but I still fucking hate him''

''What's he want from me, fuck him''

''Let's go bother him, I’m bored''

''I'm fucking bored''

'Let's get on the internet and talk shit, come on''

''Fuck him''

''Fuck you, Nasty''

Shh, I like you