Give a Damn

Tonedeff

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    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

    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
    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 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)

    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

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    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? Talls 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 all boy school
    And everybody still called you a dick

    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? Sou did time? So What
    Oh Shit, he's producing it? So What
    Oh Shit, he signing with who? So What

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