Eminem - Just Don't Give A F** lyrics

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 motherf**er you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, f** 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 a** b**h, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin You gettin knocked the f** out like Mike Tyson The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your motherf**in throat worse than Ron Goldman Chorus: So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screamin _f** the World_ like 2Pac I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! Talkin that sh** 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 sh** 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 sh** out of proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumpin your dead body inside of a f**in 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 f** droppin the j**el, I'm flippin the sacred treasure I'll bite your motherf**in style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of b**hes Sick of naggin bosses b**hin 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, f** that! Outsidaz.. Pace One.. Young Zee..