Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give a Damn, artist - Tonedeff. Album song Underscore, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2003
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Give a Damn |
I don’t 'give a damn' |
When motherfuckers claim that they’re nice, and I don’t 'give a damn' |
About the record deal that you signed and I don’t 'give a damn' |
Bout chart positions paid for a price, and I don’t 'give a damn' |
About all of your media hype and I don’t 'give a damn' |
If your publicist got betta connects and I don’t 'give a damn' |
About the fuckin the spot that you rep and I don’t 'give a damn' |
If you roll 50 deep for respect and I don’t 'give a damn' |
I really don’t 'give a damn’bitch |
Gimme this microphone, and stand clear |
As I tear into this bitch like I fucked up a papsmear |
Cat’s stear outta my way and split as I switch to my fast gear |
The fact’s clear Rappers, they act queer, lappin’up ass hair |
Yappin like That’s fierce, Man, I’m agasp here |
Saddened by acts whose only buzz was gotten from 50 glasses of Pabst beer |
Man, I’m stacked like I jacked Sears |
After I smack you with brass bats, mallets and stacked chairs |
Tou can ask me if that’s fair |
You repeated the deeds you seen after me last year |
Cheated with theivery, greed and misleading tactics, that’ve actually |
matched rare &elusive elements of my steez |
very conclusive evidence leading me back here |
So I pillage like Black Beard |
Hands near your bitch’s brazier, until her nipples stand air |
And hit some frequencies you can’t hear without a bat’s ear |
And that serious, mad furious, &ed, scary, and brash, sneering |
and every fucking adjective that’ll push you past fear |
My wrath spares artisans who practice the craft with tact, whereas |
You would never to my standards adhere |
Shit, I had to hire an accountant and a cashier |
Cause Tonedeff, got so many hoes riding the dick |
that I’m charging 'em cab fare |
And while I tap rears, rappers amass tears |
As they learn how to play the skin flute |
while rockin the box set from Z&hyr |
With a fat kielbasa to grasp, yeah. |
You bout as hip as them pink pajamas your dad wears… |
laugh at your wack pair |
(Bitch, I don’t) |
For pete’s sake, I’m grief laden, need faith |
Keep saying, He’s fake, when you sound commercial, like You Can Eat Cake |
Now Please face the other town — leave. |
great |
Beef? |
Hey, you wig gets pushed back more than underground released dates |
Your te&lay's what we say’s an exercise in simplicity |
You cry whenever you miss a rerun of Felicity |
You sweet as crispy crme, the media feeds you a glitzy Dream |
Been taken advantage of like Giddy Teens with 50 Whisky Drinks |
I’m nifty with these things. |
Top pick |
Tonedeff: The wide receiver with elastic arms… son, you know I got this |
I constantly knock shit, not superstitious |
but that’s part of the process, I dine, you do the dishes |
Now, it’s obvious right kid? |
Calls in tonite? |
Then |
It’s prolly your wife, so just pardon me right quick |
You’re hardly a fight, bitch/ Sorry? |
Now bite this |
I’m as awnry as bikers with harleys and pipes gripped |
You nice kid? |
You’re part of the crisis. |
worse than a biter |
You’re a wack rapper’s cock rider |
Inspite of lying, Even your stage show’s disgraceful |
See, you’re that one nigga that’s on the cell at the movies |
cause whole the audience hates you |
See, your folly is painful to watch, You’re out for pussy? |
Just stuff your face in your crotch, gargle and toss your cookies |
I’m harmful to lots of persons far &near |
Lace verse with so many curses that my clean versions sound like 'Paul Revere' |
Now don’t stall and tell me the public’s got the true taste |
Cause if they like you, they’re dumb enough to eat a blue steak |
Fuck the debate of who’s real &who's fake! |
Cause when I’m all in your grill |
Son… I really won’t kill you, but you’ll swear to god that I will |
So just gimme a beat and a time and a place |
If you hid in retreat |
then I’ll find you where you stay with a team of divers, grenades |
And claws equipped. |
Nobody even bought your shit |
Cause you’re the type that went to an all boy school |
and everybody still called you a dick |
I don’t 'give a damn' |
About the verse you wrote to battle me, and I don’t 'give a damn' |
If your jealousy makes you mad at me and I don’t 'give a damn' |
If you rap cause your peoples have to eat, and I don’t 'give a damn' |
You ain’t grown out your hood mentality and I don’t 'give a damn' |
If you got 97inch rims and I don’t 'give a damn' |
About your fashion victim ass friends and I don’t 'give a damn' |
About all of these 5-minute trends and I don’t 'give a damn' |
about you I really don’t 'give a damn' |
Oh, word? |
You did time? |
So What |
Oh Shit, he’s producing it? |
So What |
Oh Shit, he signing with who? |
So What |