CHORUS I don’t ‘give a damn’ When motherfuckers claim that they’re nice, and I don’t ‘give a damn’ About the record deal that you signed and I don’t ‘give a damn’ Bout chart positions paid for a price, and I don’t ‘give a damn’ About all of your media hype and I don’t ‘give a damn’ If your publicist got betta connects and I don’t ‘give a damn’ About the fuckin the spot that you rep and I don’t ‘give a damn’ If you roll 50 deep for respect and I don’t ‘give a damn’ I really don’t ‘give a damn’ bitch. V1 – TONEDEFF Gimme this microphone, and stand clear/ As I tear into this bitch like I fucked up a papsmear/ Cat’s stear outta my way and split as I switch to my fast gear/ The fact’s clear Rappers, they act queer, lappin’ up ass hair/ Yappin like “That’s fierce”, Man, I’m agasp here/ Saddened by acts whose only buzz was gotten from 50 glasses of Pabst beer/ Man, I’m stacked like I jacked Sears/ After I smack you with brass bats, mallets and stacked chairs, you can ask me if that’s fair/ You repeated the deeds you seen after me last year/ Cheated with theivery, greed and misleading tactics, that’ve actually matched rare & elusive elements of my steez, very conclusive evidence leading me back here/ So I pillage like Black Beard/ Hands near your bitch’s brazier, until her nipples stand air And hit some frequencies you can’t hear without a bat’s ear/ And that serious, mad furious, amped, scary, and brash, sneering/ and every fucking adjective that’ll push you past fear/ My wrath spares artisans who practice the craft with tact, whereas/ You would never to my standards adhere/ Shit, I had to hire an accountant and a cashier/ Cause Tonedeff, got so many hoes riding the dick, that I’m charging em cab fare/ And while I tap rears, rappers amass tears/ As they learn how to play the skin flute, while rockin the box set from Zamphyr/ With a fat kielbasa to grasp, yeah? You bout as hip as them pink pajamas your dad wears… laugh at your wack pair. (Bitch, I don’t) V2 – TONEDEFF For pete’s sake, I’m grief laden, need faith Keep saying, “He’s fake,” when you sound commercial, like “You Can Eat Cake”/ Now Please face the other town – leave… great/ Beef? Hey, you wig gets pushed back more than underground released dates/ Your teamplay’s what we say’s an exercise in simplicity/ You cry whenever you miss a rerun of Felicity/ You sweet as crispy creme, the media feeds you a glitzy Dream Been taken advantage of like Giddy Teens with 50 Whisky Drinks/ I’m nifty with these things. Top pick/ Tonedeff : The wide receiver with elastic arms…son, you know I got this/ I constantly knock shit, not superstitious/ but that’s part of the process, I dine, you do the dishes/ Now, it’s obvious right kid? Calls in tonite? Then It’s prolly your wife, so just pardon me right quick/ You’re hardly a fight, bitch/ Sorry? Now bite this/ I’m as awnry as bikers with harleys and pipes gripped/ You nice kid? You’re part of the crisis… worse than a biter/ You’re a wack rapper’s cock rider/ Inspite of lying, Even your stage show’s disgraceful/ See, you’re that one nigga that’s on the cell at the movies, cause whole the audience hates you/ See, your folly is painful to watch, You’re out for pussy? Just stuff your face in your crotch, gargle and toss your cookies/ I’m harmful to lots of persons far & near/ Lace verse with so many curses that my clean versions sound like ‘Paul Revere’/ Now don’t stall and tell me the public’s got the true taste/ Cause if they like you, they’re dumb enough to eat a blue steak/ Fuck the debate of who’s real & who’s fake! Cause when I’m all in your grill/ Son… I really won’t kill you, but you’ll swear to god that I will/ So just gimme a beat and a time and a place/ If you hid in retreat, then I’ll find you where you stay with a team of divers, grenades/ And claws equipped. Nobody even bought your shit/ Cause you’re the type that went to an allboy school, and everybody still called you a dick/ END CHORUS I don’t ‘give a damn’, About the verse you wrote to battle me, and I don’t ‘give a damn’ If your jealousy makes you mad at me and I don’t ‘give a damn’ If you rap cause your peoples have to eat, and I don’t ‘give a damn’ You ain’t grown out your hood mentality and I don’t ‘give a damn’ If you got 97inch rims and I don’t ‘give a damn’ About your fashion victim ass friends and I don’t ‘give a damn’ About all of these 5-minute trends and I don’t ‘give a damn’ about you I really don’t ‘give a damn’ Oh, word? You Did time? So What. Oh Shit, he’s producing it? So What. Oh Shit, he signing with who? So What.