Fuck You and Then Some
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Compilation album by Overkill
Released 1996
Recorded June 3, 1987, January 27, 1990
Genre Thrash metal
Length 58:31
Label Megaforce Records
Overkill chronology
The Killing Kind
(1996)
!!!Fuck You!!! and Then Some
(1996)
From the Underground and Below
(1997)
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Fuck You and Then Some (stylized as ''!!!Fuck You!!! and Then Some) is a 1996 reissue of the Overkill EPs Overkill (1984) and !!!Fuck You!!! (1987), combined with bonus live tracks, including a cover of Black Sabbath's "Hole in the Sky." The cover of this compilation album is the same as !!!Fuck You!!!, although the cover of that EP does not feature the words "and Then Some".

Track listing [link]

  1. "Fuck You" (studio) – 2:20
  2. "Rotten to the Core" (live) – 6:41
  3. "Hammerhead" (live) – 3:57
  4. "Use Your Head" (live) – 5:18
  5. "Electro-Violence" (live) – 3:50
  6. "Fuck You" (live) – 2:28
  7. "Hole in the Sky" (live) (Black Sabbath cover) – 3:42
  8. "E.vil N.ever D.ies" (live) – 6:11
  9. "Rotten to the Core" – 5:14
  10. "Fatal If Swallowed" – 6:20
  11. "The Answer" – 8:49
  12. "Overkill" – 3:41

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Fuck You

Fuck You may refer to:

Music

  • Fuck You (EP), a 1987 thrash metal EP by Overkill
  • "Fuck You" (CeeLo Green song)
  • "Fuck You" (Lily Allen song)
  • "Fuck You", a song by Dr. Dre on 2001
  • "Fuck You", a 2004 metal song by Damageplan on New Found Power
  • "Fuck You", a 2006 R&B single by Anna David
  • "Fuck You", a 2012 punk rock single by Bad Religion
  • "Fuck You", a 2011 comedy-folk song by Garfunkel and Oates
  • "Fuck You", a song by Subhumans
  • Other uses

  • A form of the profanity "Fuck"
  • Fuck You (magazine), a literary periodical
  • The finger, a gesture with that name
  • See also

  • Fuck (word)
  • Fuck It (disambiguation)
  • Fuck off (disambiguation)
  • Pharoahe Monch

    Troy Donald Jamerson (born October 31, 1972), better known by his stage name Pharoahe Monch, is an American rapper from Queens, New York City. He is known for his complex lyrics, complex delivery, and internal and multisyllabic rhyme schemes.

    Biography

    Pharoahe Monch's name is derived from the monkey doll Monchhichi. After receiving a bad haircut, which left Monch looking like a "chimpanzee", girls in Monch's class at the High School of Art and Design began calling him "Monchhichi", which was later shortened to "Monch". Monch adopted the "Pharoahe" prefix after meeting future Organized Konfusion partner Prince Po.

    Monch released three albums as part of the rap duo Organized Konfusion with partner Prince Poetry: The self-titled Organized Konfusion, Stress: The Extinction Agenda and The Equinox. The duo handled a large amount of production on these albums themselves. All albums received positive critical reviews, but moderate sales. As a result, the duo split up after recording their final album The Equinox in 1997. Prince Poetry has since denied the possibility of an Organized Konfusion reunion.

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    Fuck You

    by: Dr Dre

    Featuring: Snoop Doggy Dogg, Devin the Dude
    {Hi baby, I know you're under a lot of pressure at your work and all
    And I do understand, you have no idea how much I understand
    But you also don't have any idea how much I love you
    I love you so much, I think about you, I feel you in my arms
    I miss you, I miss you terribly
    I've just always wanted someone like you in my life
    I love you so much, that I'd do anything, I'd do anything
    I'll be your perfect woman for you}
    I just wanna fuck bad bitches
    All them nights I never had bitches
    Now I'm all up in that ass bitches
    Mad at 'cha boyfriend, ain't 'cha?
    You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya
    Gotta thank ya for that head clinic
    Explicit, hella photogenic
    And tell your friends where the dick's at
    Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soul mate
    Before you kiss 'em use Colgate
    She swallowed it! Yeah the bitch took the whole eight
    And ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it
    And Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches
    Man, this is what I'm talkin' about
    Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth
    Out and about with your nigga like it never took place
    (Airtouched)
    Next time you need a taste
    I just wanna fuck you
    No touchin' and rubbin' girl, you got a husband who loves you
    Don't need you all in mine
    I just wanna fuck you
    We can't be kissin' and huggin' girl, you got a husband who loves you
    You need to give him your quality time
    You got the number, it's on you to make the call
    You know I cum quick, help you re-decorate your walls
    Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock
    And if I'm goin' too far, I take it out and wipe it off
    And put it back up, and keep going
    You tryin' to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin'
    That your pussy's been tampered with
    Did you show him the new trick of
    How you can make it smoke a cancer stick
    You be workin' it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me
    Not to give you all of my time, that you want
    You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
    I'd rather spend my mornin' diggin' through some records instead
    But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases
    Hook-up somewhere and exchange some fuck faces
    I know your man's lookin' for ya, he's always tryin to run ya
    Don't worry bout me handcuffin' girl cause I just wanna fuck witchu
    Fuck witchu
    On the sneak tip, on some creep shit
    So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch?
    You, actin', like you don't do dicks
    That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin' with
    "Baby was a virgin" that's what she said
    So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head
    I fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed
    Then lil' half dead put his dick on her head
    Take that bitch home, and give her a bone
    And give her the number to my cellular phone
    Man, she blowin' up my pager, the shit's gettin' major
    A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her
    Somethin' to go by, and bitches know why
    Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out
    (See ya!)
    Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin
    We servin' these hoes, and never lovin' these hoes, beotch!
    I just wanna fuck you
    No touchin' and rubbin' girl, you got a husband who loves you
    Don't need you all in mine
    I just wanna fuck you
    We can't be kissin' and huggin' girl, you got a husband who loves you




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