I’m Fuckin’ You Up (Clean Version)

[Intro: Poison Pen]
I don’t mess with nobody that don’t mess with me. But sometimes you got to let ‘em know right out the gate, “I’ll fuck you up.” It’s a Malstone. Yo

[Verse 1: Poison Pen]
I’m an emcee of epic proportions, upper echelon
Far from a neophyte, nigga. Poisonous Maximus
When I unraveled my braids, I resemble
A new age Luke Cage. That’s what’s up
I lumber through the club, knocking over drinks
All up in your watch, watching what you think
Bugs, probably what you think. With a kamikaze drink
Out the gate. I ain’t no thug. I’m a hoodlum, straight Brooklyn
Corner store goon, stoop dwellers studied the fronts
Contraband, who’s a felon
I’ma use this rap shit to spread a message
And then tour the planet like Magellan. It’s an urban renaissance
My feet are tectonic plates—the hemisphere
Shift when I stomp. Who could want more?
Slam your face against this wall, leave an imprint
Ghetto rival Mount Rushmore

[Hook: Poison Pen]
Cross my path, baby, I’m fucking you up
That’s your ass, baby. Yo, we fucking you up
You short on cash, baby, we fucking you up
Brought a blast, baby. I said, “We fucking you up”
Cross my path, baby, I’m fucking you up
That’s your ass, baby. Yo, we fucking you up
You short on cash, baby, we fucking you up
Brought a blast, baby. We fucking you up

[Verse 2: Poison Pen]
Uh, I’ll bag fellows with a motley crew
The Boogie Boogie Brooklyn boy from NYC
Where beef and broccoli and mac and cheese
Amazing enough, is something you wear on your feet
We deep and we creep like them loco Gestapo niggas
‘Cause you’re sweet like them coco helado niggas
Got icepicks for ice grills. Most don’t care
Who you are when they unleash and fusilar
From the grimiest to the shiniest, glitteriest
To the shittiest. Urban pirate, big city shit
Y’all remind me of Goldust. Run up in your tenement
And leave sugar on the counter, spelling “Fuck you” with the roaches
Heh. Y’all don’t know once
My CD got Peter Piper on repeat, soldier
That means you getting run over. Shit
Poison Pen. Everything I write is sick

[Hook: Poison Pen]
Cross my path, baby, I’m fucking you up
That’s your ass, baby. Yo, we fucking you up
You short on cash, baby, we fucking you up
Brought a blast, baby. I said, “We fucking you up”
Cross my path, baby, I’m fucking you up
That’s your ass, baby. Yo, we fucking you up
You short on cash, baby, we fucking you up
Brought a blast, baby. We fucking you up

[Verse 3: Poison Pen]
Here’s why I’m great on the mic:
I’m young, hit hard, in the best shape of my life
Underground to the surface now, nigga
Put it down perfect. I’ll rap circles ‘round niggas
Bed Stuy sick. What they wiling errywhere
Personally announce tourists—son, I’m driving errywhere
I saw the sky rain fire. We got unlimited chicks
Like metro cards. A week after I swipe her
She expire. It’s easy being a bully
I ain’t no emcee. I feel like a GYN
Touching these pussies. Bruising Brodies
From the king and the heroes simply
Chase Everclear with Hennessey. I love ladies
But I don’t fuck everybody, ma. My dick’s finnicky
If she front, who needs to bone?
Give me your black tail, some lotion, and twelve minutes alone
Oh!

[Hook: Poison Pen] (x2)
Cross my path, baby, I’m fucking you up
That’s your ass, baby. Yo, we fucking you up
You short on cash, baby, we fucking you up
Brought a blast, baby. I said, “We fucking you up”
Cross my path, baby, I’m fucking you up
That’s your ass, baby. Yo, we fucking you up
You short on cash, baby, we fucking you up
Brought a blast, baby. We fucking you up