Eminem
Eminem - Just Don't Give A Fuck songtekst
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Intro: Frogg Whoah! A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin `em and like, back and forth because ah this is.. what you thought it wasn`t It beez.. the brothers representin` the Dirty Dozen I 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: Eminem Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I`m a M80, you Lil` like that Kim lady I`m buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain`t gonna sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open I`m doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I`m an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I have a disease and they don`t know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause I`m comin up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I`m comin out swingin, so fast it`ll make your eyes spin You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The proof is in the puddin, just ask the Shawn Holman I`ll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman Chorus: So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac I just don`t give a fuuuuuck!! Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin tellin your boys that I`m on crack I just don`t give a fuuuuuck!! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don`t give a fuuuuuck!! But see me on the street and duck Cause you gon` get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just don`t give a fuuuuuck!! Verse Two: Eminem I`m Nicer than Pete, but I`m on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone I`m Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I`m ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I`m colder than snow season when it`s twenty below freezin Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview I`ll diss your magazine and still won`t get a weak review I`ll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!) Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can With more holes than an Afghan Chorus Verse Three: Eminem Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) I`m a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine I`m convinced I`m a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin Clinically brain dead, I don`t need a second opinion Fuck droppin the jaw, I`m flippin the sacred treasure I`ll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher I can`t take the pressure, I`m sick of bitches Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I`m washin dishes In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that`s when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women`s swim team Don`t take me for a joke I`m no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again I`m goin up over the curb, drivin on the median Finally made it home, but I don`t got the key to get in Chorus Outro: Eminem Hey, fuck that! Outsidaz.. Pace One.. Young Zee.