Eminem - We Don't Give A f** lyrics

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Eminem - We Don't Give A f** lyrics

Whoa! 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 And check out the man he goes by the name of er Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm a M-eighty, you Little 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 So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin' "f** the world" like 2pac I just don't give a f**! Talkin' that sh** behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a f**! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my sh** is wack I just don't give a f**! But see me on the street and duck Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just don't give a f**! I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milk bone I'm Everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up dis 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 dis 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 So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin' "f** the world" like 2pac I just don't give a f**! Talkin' that sh** behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a f**! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my sh** is wack I just don't give a f**! But see me on the street and duck Cause you fittin' to get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just don't give a f**! 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 So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin' "f** the world" like 2pac I just don't give a f**! Talkin' that sh** behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a f**! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my sh** is wack I just don't give a f**! But see me on the street and duck Cause you fittin' to get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just don't give a f**! Hey, f** that! Outsiders Pace one Young Zee

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