JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK
[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 coming out in the open
I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke
and smocking 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 coming up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to
your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm coming out swinging,
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 Deshaun Holton
I'll slit
your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman
[Chorus:]
So
when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screaming _Fuck the World_ like
Tupac
I just don't give a fuck!!
Talking that shit behind my back, dirty
mackin
telling your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a
fuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my
shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!!
But see me on the street and
duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give
a fuck!!
[Verse Two: Eminem]
I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a
Search 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 friezing
Flavor with no
seasoning, 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, snorting, supporting
abortion
Pathological liar, blowing shit out of proportion
The looniest,
zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker,
addict
Half animal, half man
Dumping your dead body inside of a fucking
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
screaming like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up
while this record is spinning
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second
opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite
your motherfucking 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 washing
dishes
In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush
Doing 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 snorting coke and smocking weed again
I'm going up over the curb, driving
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..
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 coming out in the open
I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke
and smocking 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 coming up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to
your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm coming out swinging,
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 Deshaun Holton
I'll slit
your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman
[Chorus:]
So
when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screaming _Fuck the World_ like
Tupac
I just don't give a fuck!!
Talking that shit behind my back, dirty
mackin
telling your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a
fuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my
shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!!
But see me on the street and
duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give
a fuck!!
[Verse Two: Eminem]
I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a
Search 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 friezing
Flavor with no
seasoning, 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, snorting, supporting
abortion
Pathological liar, blowing shit out of proportion
The looniest,
zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker,
addict
Half animal, half man
Dumping your dead body inside of a fucking
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
screaming like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up
while this record is spinning
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second
opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite
your motherfucking 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 washing
dishes
In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush
Doing 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 snorting coke and smocking weed again
I'm going up over the curb, driving
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..