Sinema Beats - We Don't Give A lyrics

[Intro] You know if I'm not mistaken I think I can still smelll your wife's p**y stink on my gun Hope it doesn't rust the barrel Aw man You know the stress of the day is really sittin' in on me [Verse One: Danimal Lector] Eyes open, you couldn't see the truth Someone let the demon loose This freakin' booth, better be semen proof Cause I'm comin', peek a boo With me to you, you're softer than Pikachu I ain't talkin' through a speaker, dude You'll be in a coffin in a week or two What you need to do, is give me all your weed and booze Or recieve a few parting gifts before your carca** is on the evenining news I'm mean and rude, don't even move People snooze, wake and bake Flame thrower aimed at your face, I'mma heat the room Carve your heart out of your chest with a greasy spoon Reach for the moon, like the Legion of Doom People a**ume me and Webb are like tatted up brothers We are, two bad a** motherf**ers You're sweeter than a splash of Puckers Smashed in the back with a half'a gla** of Jack, that was supper 13 is my magic number, so give me an additional dozen Dick out, but no, I ain't pissin' in public [Hook: Chris Webby] We don't, give a, flying f** what you think about us Reconsider, your next step, best bet, is to keep your mouth shut [Verse Two: Chris Webby] Let me get my Aderral prescript, yeah I'm back in this b**h With punchlines that'll knock 'em off balance and sh** sh**, I've add it with this straightjacket Someone unlatch it Cause I'm batsh** crazy, the monster under your matress Tri-state T-Rex, gotta wear a 3X Pushin' haters bu*tons like a DS We next f**in' Devils Reject, with a taste for blood A bottle of Jack Daniels, and an eighth of bud See I finally have made it to the spot that you would k** for Flowin' up to par, Happy Gilmore And all these people wonder why I haven't settled and signed a deal for But sh** I'm makin' money, time to make a couple mil more Rip a beat; villainous k**in' it with the literate So step to me, my best advice, would be to reconsider it Webbby played the game and I don't need a f**in' cheat code So brace yoursef b**h, I'm about to go beast mode [Hook: Chris Webby] We don't, give a, flying f** what you think about us Reconsider, your next step, best bet, is to keep your mouth shut