Just Don't Give A Fuck - Live From Tramps, New York / 1999 (Expanded Edition Bonus Track)

(álbum: The Eminem Show - 2002)

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M-80, you little like that Kim lady
I'm buzzing, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursing at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit yo' 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 (Hi, Marshall)
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 yo' cash
Bought a ticket to yo' concert just to come and whip yo' ass
Bitch, I'm coming out swinging so fast it'll make yo' eyes spin
You getting knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson (Pssh)
The proof is in the pudding, just ask DeShaun Holton
I'll slit yo' motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on yo' block with two Glocks
Screaming, "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (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 freezing
Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss yo' magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make yo' 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, M&M was the old initials (Bye-bye)
Extortion, snorting, supporting abortion
Pathological liar, blowing shit outta proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumping yo' dead body inside of a fucking trash can
With more holes than an afghan

So when you see me on yo' block with two Glocks
Screaming, "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (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 (Hey, let me out)
I'm a caged demon
On stage screaming like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend
Shooting up while this record is spinning
Clinically brain-dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck dropping a jewel, I'm flipping a sacred treasure
I'll bite yo' motherfucking style just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of nagging bosses bitching while I'm washing dishes
In school, I never said much, too busy having a head rush
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 eighth grade, ***** the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke, I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snorting coke and smoking 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 yo' block with two Glocks
Screaming, "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a fuck)
Talking that shit behind my back, dirty macking