Dead Price

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Yeah, P! (Zed's Dead) Yo, (let's go) Listen Ayo, I don't give a fuck about, what you give a fuck about What you give a fuck about,I don't give a fuck about Shut your mouth, cut your spouse, special victim unit Drive-by, fly guy, the sket will hit your buick Never let the music, dictate the policy Promise me you'll never rap again fam honestly Been around the world and heard all kinds of verses Whatever it's worth, I curse, your verse is worthless You on a stage shirtless, exposing your taco meat I'm on the game first shit, behold the rocker heat I'm on beat with the soft flow standards No beef with a Jo-Jo dancer I'm better than whoever you know raps Oh, you know him? Fuck it, his flows wack I blow stacks on kicks and clothes You so wack, you a bitch for sho. (P!) [Music Break: Zeds Dead] [Verse 2: Sean Price] (Listen) Yo, I don't give a shit about what you give a shit about Cause what you give a shit about, I don't give a shit about Kick him out, dick in mouth, kick it bitch, spit it out Have my dick soften while she's spitting in chicken broth Imma go Shoo-Doo do nigga you wack Just some motherfucking bubba-loo-doo nigga Generally, General Lee, I smack your racist face off for fucking with P Par for par the best barbarian sean The arm, the double leg, arm, head of the don Head from a broad, I was the head of the class Now you got a lot of kids, but i'm better with math Count your blessings, count your toes Can't feel extremities off a ounce of blow I'm not one of them niggas that will dance in clubs I take pills, coke, and I dance on drugs. (P!) YO! [Music Drop: Zeds Dead]