you shouldn't give a fuck about me
'cause i don't give a fuck about you
you should probably worry about yourself some time
trying to chill and get high
ay
yeah
i'm comin' with that fire that i got in my belly that's stored within'
crazy since the doc was umbilical cord-snippin'
i'm sword grippin'
so you better call up the mortician
as i take my competition and mop up the floor with 'em
they all listen
tracks got 'em hooked like i'm spore fishing
you cannot ignore christian
i'm future award-winning
doing key bumps before pitching a fork in
and call me darryl strawberry in the dugout raw sniffing
the bombs ticking
the second the songs written
they'll all fall victim
and left with their balls missing
like a neutered dog
kill 'em all
bitch i'm john wick and never not spitting syllables fitting right on rhythm
lover of all women
leaving their jaw dripping
hit it raw like the dots were forbidden
then she rolled it
oliver twist like charles dickens
put the lighter to the join and get high as a mars mission
major tom
listen
i'm lost on a truck in the stars with spot whippin'
these trees that we breathe are as green as lawn trimmings
but i think i left my lsd in the jar with 'em
now i'm floating in the sky with diamonds
so uh
nobody bother me alright
i'm vibin'
then i'm
touching down on a private island
heating up whatever climate i'm in
you shouldn't give a fuck about me
'cause i don't give a fuck about you
you should probably worry about yourself some time
trying to chill and get high
ay
yeah
you shouldn't give a fuck about me
'cause i don't give a fuck about you
you should probably worry about yourself some time
trying to chill and get high
ay
and you're killing vibe
i fuck the sheeps
i handle the herd
a man of his word
it dripped out and splurged on these animal furs
think you're funny like hannibal berg'? you think i'm gonna spend a grand on that purse?
go run your van through a church
i put your man in the dirt
came from the land of the cursed
jumped out my mamma's pussy
then went and put my hands on the nurse
no more fucks to get it
you dick lickers
you bitches is this bitter
because how the wrist glitter
the stick leave 'em disfigured
i might tip her six figures
if she get my dick stiffer
oh
she got a big sister
so what
i'm a sick nigga
the sick for the slick
critter
the fridge got a big britter
no bitch
i can't hit jigga or
she always kill my vibe
bitches naggin'
stay on repeat
i might kill this hoe
now her body floatin' with seaweed
i'm sorry
know my thoughts are a bit hairy
i've been head on with machete
show love to my nigga webby
yeah yeah
thank you jarren
i really appreciate it
we them underground killers that cannot believe we made it
all we did was leap of faith it
aspire to be the greatest
either way
it's undeniable
shit cannot be debated
you was in your grannie's basement
i was in my parent's attic
going spastic with a pad and a pen
trying to write a classic
they rejected me coming up
would tell me i fucking suck
i kept an attitude to give a negative twenty fucks
so what you give a fuck about me for
i've been with the bottom feeders on the sea floor
now i've got that c4
i've been blowing up
and they need more
record
leave a beat torn
i'm in peak form
when i'm rocking shit it's obvious that i gotta get
without the props that i should probably get
or acknowledgement
for my accomplishments
but i don't rock with the politics
get off my dick
suck and swallow it
bitch
you shouldn't give a fuck about me
'cause i don't give a fuck about you
you should probably worry about yourself some time
trying to chill and get high
ay
yeah
you shouldn't give a fuck about me
'cause i don't give a fuck about you
you should probably worry about yourself some time
trying to chill and get high
ay
don't be killing my vibe
yeah