Just Don't Give A F - A Cappella

Slim Shady, brain-dead like Jim Brady

I'm an M-80, you little like that Kim lady

I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer

Cursin' at you playas worse than Marty Schottenheimer

You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from

You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album

Admit it, fuck it, while we coming out in the open

I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smoking dope then

My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic

I have a disease, and they don't know what to call it

Better hide your wallet

'Cause I'm coming up quick to strip your cash

Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass

Bitch, I'm coming out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin

You getting knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson

The proof is in the pudding, just ask DeShaun Holton

I'll slit your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks

Screaming "Fuck the world" like Tupac (I just don't give a fuck)

Talking that shit behind my back

Dirty macking, telling your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a fuck)

So put my tape back on the rack

Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack (I just don't give a fuck)

But see me on the street and duck

'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed ('cause I just don't give a fuck)

I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone

I'm everlasting, I melt vanilla ice like silicone

I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason

I'm colder than snow season when it's 20 below freezin'

Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview

I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review

I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals

This is 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, blowing shit out of proportion

The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic

Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict

Half animal, half man

Dumping your dead body inside of a fucking trash can

With more holes than an afghan

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks

Screaming "Fuck the world" like Tupac (I just don't give a fuck)

Talking that shit behind my back

Dirty macking, telling your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a fuck)

So put my tape back on the rack

Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack (I just don't give a fuck)

But see me on the street and duck

'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed ('cause I just don't give a fuck)

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

Shooting up while this record is spinnin'

Clinically brain-dead, I don't need a second opinion

Fuck droppin' a jewel, I'm flippin' a sacred treasure

I'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher

I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches

Sick of nagging bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes

In school, I never said much, too busy having a headrush

Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush

Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed

Went to gym in 8th grade, raped the women's swim team

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 going up over the curb, driving on the median

Finally, made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks

Screaming "Fuck the world" like Tupac (I just don't give a fuck)

Talking that shit behind my back

Dirty macking, telling your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a fuck)

So put my tape back on the rack

Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack (I just don't give a fuck)

But see me on the street and duck

'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed ('cause I just don't give a fuck)