Song lyrics Just don't give a fuck by Eminem

[Intro: Frogg]

Whoah!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin īem
and like, back and forth because ah
this is.. what you thought it wasnīt
It beez.. the brothers representinī the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...

[Verse One: Eminem]

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Iīm a M80, you Lilī like that Kim lady
Iīm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ainīt gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
Iīm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, Iīm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they donīt know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause Iīm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, Iīm comin out swingin, so fast itīll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The ?? is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
Iīll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

[Chorus:]

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac
I just donīt give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that Iīm on crack
I just donīt give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just donīt give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gonī get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just donīt give a fuuuuuck!!

[Verse Two: Eminem]

Iīm Nicer than Pete, but Iīm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone
Iīm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
Iīm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
Iīm colder than snow season when itīs twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
Iīll diss your magazine and still wonīt get a weak review
Iīll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Eminem]

Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
Iīm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine
Iīm convinced Iīm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I donīt need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, Iīm flippin the sacred treasure
Iīll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher
I canīt take the pressure, Iīm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while Iīm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, thatīs when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the womenīs swim team
Donīt take me for a joke Iīm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
Iīm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I donīt got the key to get in

[Chorus]

[Outro: Eminem]

Hey, fuck that!
Outsidaz..
Pace One..
Young Zee..