- Song Name: Just Don't Give a F*** [Radio Edit]
- Artist Name: Eminem
- Album: The Slim Shady EP
- Songwriters: Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers
- Release Date: 1997.01.01
LYRICS FOR "Just Don't Give a F*** [Radio Edit]"
Woah
And like
This is
It beez
I be the F R O
And check out the man he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady
I'm a M80
I'm buzzin'
Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the m*********** you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it
I'm doin' acid
My name is Marshall Mathers
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
B****
You gettin' knocked the f*** out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in the puddin'
I'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' 'F*** the world' like Tupac
I just don't give a f***
Talkin' that s*** behind my back
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a f***
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my s*** is wack
I just don't give a f***
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck
'Cause I just don't give a f***
I'm nicer than Pete
I'm everlasting
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'
Flavor with no seasonin'
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you
This is a lyrical combat
But I form like Voltron
And blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady
Extortion
Pathological liar
The looniest
Impulsive thinker
Half animal
Dumpin' your dead body inside of a f***** trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' 'F*** the world' like Tupac
I just don't give a f***
Talkin' that s*** behind my back
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a f***
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my s*** is wack
I just don't give a f***
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck
'Cause I just don't give a f***
Somebody let me out this limousine
I'm a caged demon
On stage screamin' like Rage Against The Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend
Clinically brain dead
F*** droppin' the jaw
I'll bite your motherfuckin' style
I can't take the pressure
Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes
In school I never said much
Doin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam
Went to gym in eighth grade
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems
Got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin up over the curb
Finally made it home
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' 'F*** the world' like Tupac
I just don't give a f***
Talkin' that s*** behind my back
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a f***
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my s*** is wack
I just don't give a f***
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck
'Cause I just don't give a f***
Hey
Outsidaz
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