Give a Damn 歌词
| 歌曲 | Give a Damn |
| 歌手 | Tonedeff |
| 专辑 | Underscore |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| (Chorus) | |
| I don't 'give a damn' | |
| When mother****ers 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 ****in 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 | |
| (Tonedeff) | |
| Gimme this microphone, and stand clear | |
| As I tear into this bitch like I ****ed 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 | |
| Tou 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 ****ing 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) | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (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 crčme, 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 | |
| **** 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 all boy school | |
| and everybody still called you a dick | |
| (Final 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 |
| Chorus | |
| I don' t ' give a damn' | |
| When mother ers 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 in 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 | |
| Tonedeff | |
| Gimme this microphone, and stand clear | |
| As I tear into this bitch like I ed 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 | |
| Tou 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 ing 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 cr me, 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 nbsp: 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 | |
| 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 all boy school | |
| and everybody still called you a dick | |
| Final 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 5minute 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 |
| Chorus | |
| I don' t ' give a damn' | |
| When mother ers 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 in 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 | |
| Tonedeff | |
| Gimme this microphone, and stand clear | |
| As I tear into this bitch like I ed 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 | |
| Tou 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 ing 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 cr me, 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 nbsp: 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 | |
| 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 all boy school | |
| and everybody still called you a dick | |
| Final 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 5minute 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 |
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