Just Don't Give A **** (Live From Tramps, New York / 1999)歌词

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Mark Bass/Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers
[00:02.215]Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
[00:04.970]I'm a M-80, you little like that Kim lady
[00:07.976]I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
[00:10.983]Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
[00:13.743]You wacker than the mother****er you bit yo' style from
[00:16.500]You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album
[00:19.508]Admit it, **** it, while we comin' out in the open
[00:22.266]I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke, and smokin' **** then
[00:25.023]My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi, Marshall)
[00:28.284]I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
[00:30.791]Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip yo' cash
[00:33.549]Bought a ticket to yo' concert just to come and whip yo' ass
[00:36.403]*****, I'm comin' out swingin' so fast it'll make yo' eyes spin
[00:39.912]You gettin' knocked the **** out like Mike Tyson (Pssh)
[00:42.671]The proof is in the puddin', just ask DeShaun Holton
[00:45.679]I'll slit yo' mother****in' throat worse than Ron Goldman
[00:48.438]So when you see me on yo' block with two Glocks
[00:50.695]Screamin', "**** the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a ****)
[00:54.666]Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
[00:57.676]Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a ****)
[00:59.934]So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends
[01:02.940]My shit is wack (I just don't give a ****)
[01:08.646]But see me on the street and duck
[01:09.649]'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
[01:10.400]('Cause I just don't give a ****)
[01:11.654]I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone
[01:13.661]I'm everlastin', I melt vanilla ice like silicone
[01:16.417]I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
[01:19.675]I'm colder than snow season when it's 20 below freezin'
[01:22.683]Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview
[01:25.693]I'll diss yo' magazine and still won't get a weak review
[01:28.449]I'll make yo' freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
[01:31.458]This is lyrical combat, gentlemen, hold your pistols
[01:34.467]But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
[01:36.974]Slim Shady, M&M was the old initials (Bye-bye)
[01:40.230]Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion
[01:42.737]Pathological liar, blowin' shit outta proportion
[01:44.994]The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
[01:46.497]Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
[01:50.589]Half animal, half man
[01:55.131]Dumpin' yo' dead body inside of a ****in' trash can
[01:56.384]With more holes than an afghan
[01:57.388]So when you see me on yo' block with two Glocks
[01:59.145]Screamin', "**** the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a ****)
[02:02.731]Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
[02:04.988]Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a ****)
[02:07.995]So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends
[02:11.254]My shit is wack (I just don't give a ****)
[02:14.012]But see me on the street and duck
[02:16.517]'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
[02:17.520]('Cause I just don't give a ****)
[02:19.526]Somebody let me out this limousine (Hey, let me out)
[02:21.529]I'm a caged demon
[02:22.531]On stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine
[02:23.534]I'm convinced I'm a fiend
[02:26.065]Shootin' up while this record is spinnin'
[02:28.321]Clinically brain-dead, I don't need a second opinion
[02:31.078]**** droppin' a jewel, I'm flippin' a sacred treasure
[02:34.089]I'll bite yo' mother****in' style just to make it fresher
[02:36.597]I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of *****es
[02:39.604]Sick of naggin' bosses *****in' while I'm washin' dishes
[02:42.111]In school, I never said much, too busy havin' a head rush
[02:45.119]Doin' too much rush, had my face flushed like red blush
[02:48.379]Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
[02:50.885]Went to gym in eighth grade, ***** the women's swim team
[02:53.895]Don't take me for a joke, I'm no comedian
[02:56.150]Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
[02:59.910]I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median
[03:02.668]Finally made it home but I don't got the key to get in
[03:05.193]So when you see me on yo' block with two Glocks
[03:11.181]Screamin', "**** the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a ****)
[03:11.682]Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'