Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Don't Give a F**, artist - Eminem. Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Song language: English
Just Don't Give a F** |
| Woah, uh get your hands in the air |
| And get to clapping 'em and, like, back and forth |
| Because this is what you thought it wasn’t |
| It be’s the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen |
| I be the F-R-O the double G |
| And check out my man, he goes by the name of um, er… |
| Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady |
| I’m an M-80, you little like that Kim lady |
| I’m buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer |
| Cursin' at you playas worse than Marty Schottenheimer |
| You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from |
| You ain’t gon' 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 smoking 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 swingin', so fast it’ll make your eyes spin |
| You getting knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson |
| The proof is in the pudding, just ask DeShaun Holton |
| I’ll slit your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman |
| So when you see me on your block with two Glocks |
| Screaming «Fuck the world» like 2Pac |
| I just don’t give a fuck |
| Talking that shit behind my back |
| Dirty macking, 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 |
| I’m nicer than Pete, but I’m on a search to crush a milkbone |
| I’m everlasting, 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 20 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 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 |
| Extortion, snortin', supportin' 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 |
| So when you see me on your block with two Glocks |
| Screaming «Fuck the world» like 2Pac |
| I just don’t give a fuck |
| Talking that shit behind my back |
| Dirty macking, 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 finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed |
| 'Cause I just don’t give a fuck |
| Somebody let me out this limousine! |
| I’m a caged demon |
| On stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine |
| I’m convinced I’m a fiend |
| Shooting up while this record is spinnin' |
| Clinically brain dead, I don’t need a second opinion |
| Fuck droppin' a jewel, I’m flippin' a sacred treasure |
| I’ll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher |
| I can’t take the pressure, I’m sick of bitches |
| Sick of nagging bosses bitchin' while I’m washin' 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 8th 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 going up over the curb, driving 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 |
| Screaming «Fuck the world» like 2Pac |
| I just don’t give a fuck |
| Talking that shit behind my back |
| Dirty macking, 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 |
| Shit, fuck everybody! |
| Outsidaz, Pacewon, Young Zee |
| (Fuck the entire world!) DU |