Eminem - Just Don't Give A ***** Lyrics
Intro: froggWhoah!A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin emAnd like, back and forth because ahThis is.. what you thought it wasntIt beez.. the brothers representin the dirty dozenI be the f-r-o the double g *coughing in background*And check out the man he goes by the name of er...Verse one: eminemSlim shady, brain dead like jim bradyIm a m80, you lil like that kim ladyIm buzzin, dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymerCursin at you players worse than marty schottenheimerYou wacker than the mother*****er you bit your style fromYou aint gonna sell two copies if you press a double albumAdmit it, ***** it, while we comin out in the openIm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope thenMy name is marshall mathers, Im an alcoholic (hi marshall)I have a disease and they dont know what to call itBetter hide your wallet cause Im comin up quick to strip your cashBought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass*****, Im comin out swingin, so fast itll make your eyes spinYou gettin knocked the ***** out like mike tysonThe +proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the deshaun holtonIll slit your mother*****in throat worse than ron goldmanChorus:So when you see me on your block with two glocksScreamin _***** the world_ like tupacI just dont give a fuuuuuck!!Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackinTellin your boys that Im on crackI just dont give a fuuuuuck!!So put my tape back on the rackGo run and tell your friends my shit is wackI just dont give a fuuuuuck!!But see me on the street and duckCause you gon get stuck, stoned, and snuffedCause I just dont give a fuuuuuck!!Verse two: eminemIm nicer than pete, but Im on a serch to crush a miilkboneIm everlast-ing, I melt vanilla ice like siliconeIm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reasonIm colder than snow season when its twenty below freezinFlavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak previewIll diss your magazine and still wont get a weak reviewIll make your freak leave you, smell the folgers crystalsThis is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistolsBut I form like voltron and blast you with my shoulder missilesSlim shady, eminem was the old initials (bye-bye!)Extortion, snortin, supportin abortionPathological liar, blowin shit out of proportionThe looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadicImpulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addictHalf animal, half manDumpin your dead body inside of a *****in trash canWith more holes than an afghanChorusVerse three: eminemSomebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)Im a caged demon, on stage screamin like rage against the machineIm convinced Im a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinninClinically brain dead, I dont need a second opinion***** droppin the jewel, Im flippin the sacred treasureIll bite your mother*****in style, just to make it fresherI cant take the pressure, Im sick of *****esSick of naggin bosses *****in while Im washin dishesIn school I never said much, too busy havin a headrushDoin too much rush had my face flushed like red blushThen I went to jim beam, thats when my face grayedWent to gym in eighth grade, raped the womens swim teamDont take me for a joke Im no comedianToo many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed againIm goin up over the curb, drivin on the medianFinally made it home, but I dont got the key to get inChorusOutro: eminemHey, ***** that!Outsidaz..Pace one..Young zee..
