Mutha'uckas - Hurt Feelings - Flight Of The Conchords

Too many mutha’uckas, 'uckin with my shit

Too many mutha’uckas, 'uckin with my shit

Too many mutha’uckas, 'uckin with my shit

How many mutha’uckas, too many to count, mutha’uckas

I pay my mutha’uckin rent fortnightly

Mutha’uckas at the bank tryna play me

And the man from my account goes out on A. P

On A.P., yeah you know me

Those mutha’uckas charge a two buck transaction fee

Makes my payment short, my rent comes back to me

Minus a twenty-five dollar penalty, so you’ll fee me

'Cause of your mutha’uckin fee

I read the word on my ATM slip

Said we’re all mutha’uckas

And we’re 'uckin with your shit

So come on

The muthaucka runs a racist uckin grocery

The muthaucka won’t sell an apple to a Kiwi

The fight’s gonna get vicious and malicious

Cut the cra', I need my red delicious

Tells me as a Kiwi that my money isn’t valid

Gonna dice the m-… like a… fruit salad

Mango!

Papaya!

Avocado

Tomato

Then… and then when you

And you… And you take a…

Me

I pop an apple in his ass yeah

Too many mutha’uckas, 'uckin with my shit

He’s gonna wake up in a smoothie

Too many mutha’uckas, 'uckin with my shit

Stone cold priced mutha’uckas

Too many mutha’uckas, 'uckin with my shit

Yeah, yeah, come on

How many mutha’uckas, too many to count, mutha’uckas

I’ve got hurt feelings

I’ve got hurt feelings

A lot of people think that rappers don’t have feelings

But the hip-hoppopotamus and the rhyme-nocerus have feelings

It hurts our feelings when you suggest that we don’t have feelings

I make a meal for my friends, try to make it delicious

Try to keep it nutritious, creating wonderful dishes

But not one of those mutha’udges thinks about how I feel

Because not one mutha-ucka compliments my meal

And I’ve got hurt feelings

I’ve got hurt feelings

I spent a long time on that casserole, as a whole

I’ve got hurt feelings

I’ve got hurt feelings

Why don’t you take these profiteroles

And put them up your shitty holes, hey

Here’s a little story bring a tear to your eye

I was shopping for a wetsuit to scuba-dive

But every suit I tried was too big around my thighs

The assistant suggested I try a ladies size

Well

I got hurt feelings

I got hurt feelings

I’m not gonna wear a ladies' wetsuit

No, I am a man

Yeah I’ve got hurt feelings

I’ve got hurt feelings

Why don’t you get me a small man’s wetsuit, bitch

We’re talking 'bout my birthday, the year 2003

And I’m waiting for a phonecall from my family

It’s 12:23, they forgot about me

And I’ve got hurt feelings

I’ve got hurt feelings

The day after my birthday’s not my birthday mum

Thanks for the message

I’ve got hurt feelings

I’ve got hurt feelings

It’s your birthday

We gonna party like your mum forgot your birthday

Well I call all my friends, say «Let's go into town»

But they’re all too busy to go into town

So I go by myself, I go into town

Then I see all my friends, yeah they all in town

Yeah they all drive past in Simon’s car

So I followed them down to the cinema

Yeah well seeing them without me, it breaks my heart

When they go to watch that movie, Dirty Grandpa

'Cause they know I love the work of Robert De Niro

They know Zac Efron is a personal hero

They know I suffer from chronic FOMO

It’s all 'bout the movie

I sent them promo

I’ve got hurt feelings

I’ve got hurt feelings

Have you ever been told that your arse is too big?

Have you ever been asked if your hair is a wig?

Have you ever been told you’re mediocre in bed?

Have you ever been described as having a weird-shaped head?

Have your friends ever forgotten you and driven away?

Yes they have, they forgot about J

Were you ever homo 'cause at school you took drama?

Have you ever been told that you look like a llama?

Tears of a rapper

These are the tears of a rapper falling down

I’m crying tears of a rapper

These are the tears of a rapper falling down

'Cause the diamond tears of a rapper, golden tears of a rapper

These are the tears of a rapper falling down

Titanium tears of a rapper

These are the tears of a rapper falling down on you mutha’uckas