Fuck You
L.O.X. the Lyrics
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The lyrics of L.O.X.'s song "Fuck You" depict the experience of being bullied and humiliated during school years. The descriptions of feeling like a worm in the dark, being pushed into lockers, and having blood stains on the shirt create a vivid image of the physical and emotional pain that bullying can cause. The chorus, which repeatedly says "hey...fuck you tough guy," is a response to the bullies who try to assert their power over the singer. The repetition of this phrase exemplifies a sense of helplessness and anger towards the aggressors.
The song's verses continue to explore the effects of bullying on various aspects of life. The singer finds solace in music and idols but is embarrassed by them in public because of the fear of being bullied. The line "feeling temporary, military, secondary life" suggests that school is seen as a temporary period of life and not worth fighting against, as military conscription is temporary as well. The line "libertine, guillotine set yourself free" implies that acting out against one's oppressors may lead to personal freedom, but also to violent retaliation. The lyrics also touch on issues of politics and power dynamics that exist within schools, between students and teachers.
Overall, L.O.X.'s song "Fuck You" offers a raw and honest portrayal of the experiences of being bullied, showcasing the harsh realities of school life and the ways in which it can shape a person's sense of self-worth and belonging.
Line by Line Meaning
Walking in the hallway terrified and feeling like a worm in the dark
Feeling truly scared and powerless while moving through a space that feels oppressive and isolating, like nobody cares and nobody has your back.
Laughing in the classroom, tripped up on the stairs and the teacher doesn't know who you are hey...fuck you tough guy.
Trying to blend in and be someone you're not, only to be humiliated in public and then mocked and disregarded by those in power.
Standing in detention people staring, hung beneath a picture of mars swimming through the garbage, pushed into a locker and the blood really started to flow on my shirt and it hurts and its worse now, hey...fuck you tough guy
Being punished and held up as an example, while people mock and judge you and refuse to help you or even understand what you're going through. Physical violence and humiliation adds to the pain.
No teachers, no parents no classrooms, embarrassed no students, no idols no music, so jealous again and you're gonna do it again, you're gonna do it again libertine, guillotine set yourself free, systems got you down so ya beat on me
Feeling utterly alone and unsupported, with no role models or guidance, just hating yourself and envying others while being the target of more aggression. Being told to just accept it and move on, while the world demands conformity and obedience.
Innocent, evidence doubled up dry, can't believe the truth so you swallow those lies homicide, suicide what's in store? never seen a game where they play so hard politics, politics dancing men, got a new boy so they're out again
Being accused of something and despite your innocence, the system and the people around you refuse to listen or believe you. Feeling desperate and hopeless about what the future holds, and how the powerful manipulate the powerless. Seeing how fickle people can be, just looking for the next entertainment or novelty.
Feeling temporary, military, secondary life walking in the hallway, pushed into a locker and the blood really started to flow, on my shirt and it hurts and its worse now.
Feeling like every day is just temporary and interchangeable, like following orders in a broken system that doesn't care. Being attacked again and feeling the physical and emotional pain of it.
Hey...fuck you tough guy, no students, no idols no music, so jealous again and your gonna do it again, your gonna do it again
Sarcastically speaking to the people in power who mock and ignore the pain of others. Feeling envy and anger at those who seem to have it all, while they keep hurting you again and again.
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: CHRIS HIGGINS, JACK LOYD GRISHAM, MICHAEL PAUL ROCHE
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Shit
Feel this
[Chorus]
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yo, everybody's a snake
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
So I can see 'em when they coming
Then I heat they ass up
Cause them niggas that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
Niggas that you running round getting ass with
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
While you was running round pumping for niggas
I was listening
And you still pumping for niggas
I'm coming through visiting
You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex
And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks
And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo
Burner under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos
Funny style niggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll enter your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
Don't even hit me on the hip if I ain't give you a code
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger baguettes
Fuck y'all
[Verse 2: Styles P]
All I do is get high, and think of fading you all
Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and borrow
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
Learn the ropes, don't riff if you soft, you pissing me off
Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss
You can die cause this shit might happen to me
But I'm a still happen to be, packing the 3
Fuck with bitches that be wrapping the keys
And the niggas that bug over drug money, clapping the D
Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner
Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna
I understand, fuck it dog, die in the can
I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
As well as your left, niggas trade felon for death
They touch you, only thing I can say is fuck you
[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
Putting a M.A.S.H. on niggas like Klinger and Horgi
So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy
Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy
Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death"
You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit
Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit
Play in this shit make a angel with it
And I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share
Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year
When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot
The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my pulse
Fuck a presie, gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy
Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block
You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what
[Chorus]
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
And watch you die on the street, fuck you
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too
@brady830
Yo, yo, everybody's a snake (uh, uh-huh, yeah)
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
So I can see 'em when they comin' then I heat they ass up
'Cause' them niggas that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
Niggas that you runnin' 'round gettin' ass with (uh, yeah)
Ain't gon' help you do nothin' but carry your casket
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
While you was runnin' round pumpin' for niggas, I was listenin'
You still pumpin' for niggas, I'm comin' through visitin'
You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex '
Then hopped out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks
And you liable to see me dolo, icin' the Rolo
Burner under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos
Funny style niggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll enter your house, back of your cribs, smackin' your kids
Bullets goin' through your leather, crackin' your ribs
Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a code
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
Now I'm gettin' bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger begets
Fuck y'all
@zhivagojohnson7434
When LOX started the versus wit this track, memories brought a real live tear to my face! These young folks don't know how thorough OUR generation is 💪🏾 80's baby
@jonaveul
I was born in 94 and the 90s and early 2000s is the era I identify with, fuck all the new mumble rap scene.
@timboslice513
86 baby.... this took me back to the lunch table at high school 🏫
@MrOMar1144
That verzuz spoke to a whole generation, it was like seeing a friend for the first time in a long time almost brought me to tears too, miss that real hip hop!
@General_Klytus
Born in 75 This Era Was Platinum! Lox was Playing Dirty Dropping this Shit first!
@zhivagojohnson7434
@LEADER ain't no playing dirty when your catalog is 🔥 FIRE! Like Jada said, you ain't from Harlem no more you live in Florida 😂😂😂
@ahmedd320
They don't make rap like this anymore. Pure rawness 🔥🔥🔥
@tarshsmcclendon1009
Te redd
@southwestkinema9149
As Prodigy once said. "That violent nigga rap shit"
@hargaisaowen7131
It's been 20 years ago today that this album dropped, and I still say Sheek murdered this track