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Just Don't Give a Fuck [Album Version]

Eminem

The Slim Shady LP

1999

the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady

me and get to the big homie
I'm bout to max her card out to the limit
I ain't got a big house like (Twisted)
I ain't dropped a big album like (Twisted)

Snatch the neck up out they necklace and they toes out they socks
They say why you rapping as a college grad, is engineering money bad
I heard you

with Hell on Earth,
Yep, I'm an Asshole, I'll get what I well deserved, like a Terminal date
Used to say that Time Will Heal
Now My Brain can only Jump

bars and the song is written
But I've exhausted my brain with feelings and there's fog up in my vision
Before all of this, my mind could see the album

Cdave Vwoo
(its the pro with another one)

Twendele twendele tuchakale 
Bad gurl Bandali we tugendele 
Gucci bandana we dey yambale 
ride for me 4 by

a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,

Enemy brain, enemy brain
It's always the same, always the same

Just another day in this hell world, hey
I don't let it in, I get by okay
Step

You walking
I'm talking about rap shit while getting
Nice whips and gold chains
And Austin is the code name, Your bitch dumb
She ain't giving no brain

Tossing and turning
My head is banging like a Megadeth album
Knowing the outcome
Know I've never been a chum
Fear morphing into uncontrollable tears
Why am

'm givin' away free tickets this weekend
Over at The Rose
You don't wanna miss it
Tonight, I got a very special guest
By way of Alabama
And he's in the house

bad, damn
That's why you can't fuck with fans, damn
This not in the plan, damn
I am so high I can't land now, so I'm basically sittin' by the man now

at your brain, woah, damn
Aim at your brain 130 that's on my dash
Ain't signing unless I get cash
All of these hoes on my ass
All of these hoes on my ass,

a pretty boy winter, Swamp stallion
Trot through, I need about 10 thousand
Swamp, calm the fuck down, boy you wildin
I made this album drinkin by the gallon

the gallons
I'm dropping like niggaz albums as vomit is coming out him
Lyrics splashing the floor
Words clashing decor
Look up God's knock upon my door (Jesus?)

dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first

platinum but I think the albums Gold
It goes day by day
Bad days come through then its play by play
If you got bad vibes then there's no way
I think we're

Grab the cooler pass em round
I never thought a silent film could be so loud
And that's what its all about kid, yah
This ain't the type of album that is

Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw

We get ignorant in

Bad Mutha

Treacherous Three

Turn It Up

2000

I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha-

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

I put a hurtin on rappers, egos are crushed
Pride is swallowed, asses are bust
Hearts are taken,

Bad Mutha

Kool Moe Dee

Kool Moe Dee

1986

I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha-

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

I put a hurtin on rappers, egos are crushed
Pride is swallowed, asses are bust
Hearts are taken,

homegirl, I don't blame you 
So don't be mad at me 


I need a haircut too Biz, with a chainsaw 
I may not have conquered but I came and saw 
The brain

Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with

your brain
I'll make hard beats til you shift the plane
Oh, Ethereal? Shit in your cereal
This whole album is promotional material
Laying in your bed,