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Eminem - Just Don't Give A Fuck |
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Music video by Eminem performing Just Don't Give A Fuck with Darren Lavett, Nigel Sarrag(C) 1999 Aftermath Entertainment/Interscope Records |
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I Just Don't Give A Fuck, Eminem Original - Sung By A Sock? |
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Rapped acoustic, not fucking easy! For the future, hold off on requests for rap.. I won't be doing them unless I can find a karaoke file to back me up.Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim BradyI'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim ladyI'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymerCursin at you players worse than Marty SchottenheimerYou wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style fromYou ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double albumAdmit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the openI'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope thenMy name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)I have a disease and they don't know what to call itBetter hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cashBought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your assBitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spinYou gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The proof is in the puddin, just ask the Shawn HolmanI'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron GoldmanChorus:So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin _Fuck the World_ like TupacI just don't give a fuuuuuck!!Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackintellin your boys that I'm on crackI just don't give a fuuuuuck!!So put my tape back on the rackGo run and tell your friends my shit is wackI just don't give a fuuuuuck!!But see me on the street and duckCause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffedCause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!Verse Two: EminemI'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a MiilkboneI'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like siliconeI'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reasonI'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezinFlavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak previewI'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak reviewI'll 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 fuckin trash canWith more holes than an AfghanChorusVerse Three: EminemSomebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the MachineI'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinninClinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinionFuck droppin the jaw, I'm flippin the sacred treasureI'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresherI can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitchesSick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm 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, that's when my face grayedWent to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim teamDon't take me for a joke I'm no comedianToo many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed againI'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the medianFinally made it home, but I don't got the key to get inChorus |
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