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