Still Don't Give a Fuck

[Produced by Bass Brothers] [Intro] A lot of people ask me Am I afraid of death? Hell yeah, I'm afraid of death I don't want to die yet A lot of people think that I worship the devil That I do all types of retarded shit Look, I can't change the way I think And I can't change the way I am But if I offended you good Cause I still don't give a fuck [Verse 1] I'm zoning off of one joint stopping a limo Hopped in the window, shopping a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle here's a sword, body pierce with this Living amok, never giving a fuck Gimme the keys I'm drunk and I've never driven a truck But I smoke dope in a cab I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab Come back the next week and re-open your scab A killer instinct runs in the blood Emptying full clips and burying guns in the mud I've calmed down now I was heavy once into drugs I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz My brain's gone My soul's worn and my spirit is torn The rest of my body's still being operated on I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writing this rhyme Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightning this time [Hook] For all the weed that I've smoked Yo this blunt's for you To all the people I've offended Yeah fuck you too To all the friends I used to have Yo I miss my past But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass For all the drugs that I've done Yo I'm still gonna do To all the people I've offended Yeah fuck you too For every time I reminisce Yo, I miss my past But I still don't give a fuck y'all can kiss my ass [Verse 2] I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you And cut you so fast when your blood spilled, it was still blue I'll hang you till you dangle and chain you with both ankles And pull you apart from both angles I wanna crush your skull til your brains leaks out of your veins And bust open like broken water mains So tell Saddam not to bother with making another bomb Cause I'm crushing the whole world in my palm Got your girl on my arm and I'm armed with a firearm So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb Buy your Mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on And the pants to match Here momma, try em on I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives Shitting on rappers Causing hospital accidents God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again [Hook] [Verse 3] I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it Spent a million a track and went over my budget Now how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt? I can't rap anymore I just murdered the alphabet Drug sickness got me doing some bugged twitches I'm withdrawing from crack so bad my blood itches I don't rap to get the women, fuck bitches Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes Never ran with a clique I'm a posse Kamikaze, strapping a motherfucking bomb across me From the second I was born my Momma lost me I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy I don't know why the fuck I'm here in the first place My worst day on this earth was my first birthday Retarded, what did that nurse say? Brain damage Fuck, I was born during an earthquake [Hook]