Just Don't Give a Fuck

I just don't give a fuck
I just don't give a fuck
'Cause I just don't give a fuck
I just don't give a fuck
I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
But see me on the street and duck
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
In school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush
I'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman
I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open
Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
'Cause I just don't give a fuck
Doin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes
I be the F R O, the double G
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals

You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album

Pathological liar, blowin' shit out of proportion
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Hey, fuck that

But see me on the street and duck
I'm a M80, you lil' like that Kim lady
I just don't give a fuck
Dumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
'Cause I just don't give a fuck
With more holes than an Afghan
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
It beez, the brothers representin' the dirty dozen
And check out the man he goes by the name of er
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin'
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Half animal, half man
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
The proof is in the puddin', just ask the Shawn Holman
So put my tape back on the rack
And blast you with my shoulder missiles

I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Too many mental problems
Screamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
I just don't give a fuck
But see me on the street and duck
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
On stage screamin' like Rage Against The Machine

But I form like Voltron
I just don't give a fuck
Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
Somebody let me out this limousine
I just don't give a fuck
Screamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
Got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm buzzin', dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
I'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher

Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Screamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Fuck droppin' the jaw, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review

I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone

Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed

This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
I just don't give a fuck
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in
Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
This is, what you thought it wasn't

Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
So put my tape back on the rack
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
I'm a caged demon
So put my tape back on the rack