Still Don't Give A Fuck

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

I'm zonin off of one joint, stoppin a limo

Hopped in the window, shoppin a demo at gunpoint

A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?

Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this

Livin amuk, never givin 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 (YEAH!)

A killer instinct runs in the blood

Emptyin full clips and buryin 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 bein operated on

I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writin this rhyme

Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightnin this time

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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 gon' do

To all the people I've offended — yeah fuck you too!

For everytime I reminisce — yo I miss my past

But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can KISS MY ASS!

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 til 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 makin another bomb

Cause I'm crushin 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 a master ticked with a mouth full of adjectives,

a brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives

(Shittin on rappers)  Causin hospital accidents

God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again

Chorus

I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it

Spend a million a track and went over my budget (Ohh shit!)

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 doin some bugged twitches

I'm withdrawn 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 click — I'm a posse

Kamikaze, strappin a motherfuckin 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 the earthquake

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