Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Don't Give A Fuck, artist - Eminem. Album song Curtain Call: The Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope
Song language: English
Just Don't Give A Fuck |
Intro Frogg: |
Whoa a get your hands in the air and get to clappin 'em |
and like back and forth bacause ah this is what you thought it wasn’t. |
It be’s the brothers representin the dirty dozen. |
I be the F R O and double G *coughing in background* |
And check out the man he goes by the name of er… |
Verse 1 Eminem (Frogg): |
Slim Shady |
Brain dead like Jan Brady |
I’m a M80 |
You little like that Kim lady |
I’m buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty writin 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 pressed a double album |
Admit it, fuck it, I’ll be comin out in the open |
I’m doin acid, crack, smack, hocus 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 to come and whip your ass |
Bitch, I’m comin out swingin, so fast it’ll make your eyes spin |
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson |
The proof is in the pudding just ask the Shawn Holman |
I’ll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman |
So when you see me on your block with two glocks |
Screamin fuck the world like Tupac, I just don’t give a fuck |
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mack |
And tellin 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 stuffed |
Cause I just don’t give a fuck |
Verse 2 Eminem, (Frogg): |
I’m nicer than P, but I’m on a search to crush your 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 twenty below freezin |
Flavor with known 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, gentleman hold your pistols |
But I form like Voltran and blast you with my soda missles |
Slim Shady, Eminem is my old initials (Bye-bye) |
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion |
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion |
Illunious, zanious, spontaneous, sporatic |
Impulsive thinker, impulsive drinker, addict |
Half animal, half man |
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fucking trash can |
With more holes than an afghan |
Verse 3 Eminem: |
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, shootin up while this record is spinnin |
Clinically braindead, I don’t need a second opinion |
Fuck droppin a jewel, I’m flippin the 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 naggin bosses bitchin 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 strayed |
Went to gym in eighth grade raped the womens 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 Outro Eminem: |
Hey, fuck that! |
Outsidaz |
Pace One |
Young Zee |