Just Don’t Give a Fuck Lyrics – Eminem
Eminem details his writing process for this track in his lyrics book Angry Blonde:“Just Don’t Give a Fuck” was a song that I wrote when I was staying at my mother’s house. It was around the time that Hailie was born. She wasn’t even a year old yet. All of kinds of shit- not being able to provide for my daughter, my living situation, etc., just started building up so much that I had just had it. “Just Don’t Give a Fuck” was actually the second song where people that knew me was were like ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ See, I didn’t normally talk about stuff like that… I soon found myself doing things that I normally didn’t do. Like getting into drugs and drinkin'. I was reeeaaally fucked up. I was sick of everything . Kim and I had Hailie, my producers FBT were just about to give up on me, we weren’t paying rent to my moms, and just a whole bunch of other horrible shit was going on."
| Song Name : | Just Don’t Give a Fuck |
| Album / Movie : | The Slim Shady LP |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Whoa!A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin ’emAnd like, back and forth because ahThis is, what you thought it wasn’tIt beez, the brothers representin’ the Dirty DozenI be the F-R-O the double GAnd check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim BradyI’m a M-80, you little like that Kim ladyI’m buzzin’, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymerCursin’ at you players worse than Marty SchottenheimerYou wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style fromYou ain’t gonna sell two copies if you press a double albumAdmit it, fuck it, while we comin’ out in the openI’m doin’ acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin’ dope thenMy name is Marshall Mathers, I’m an alcoholic (hi, Marshall)I have a disease and they don’t know what to call itBetter hide your wallet ’cause I’m comin’ up quick to strip your cashBought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your assBitch, I’m comin’ out swingin’, so fast it’ll make your eyes spinYou gettin’ knocked the fuck out like Mike TysonThe proof is in the puddin’, just ask the Deshaun HoltonI’ll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two GlocksScreamin’, “Fuck the world, ” like 2PacI just don’t give a fuck!Talkin’ that shit behind my back, dirty mackin’Tellin’ your boys that I’m on crackI just don’t give a fuck!So put my tape back on the rackGo run and tell your friends my shit is wackI 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 milkboneI’m everlasting, I melt vanilla ice like siliconeI’m ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reasonI’m colder than snow season when it’s twenty below freezin’Flavor with no seasonin’, this is the sneak previewI’ll diss your magazine and still won’t get a weak reviewI’ll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystalsThis is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistolsBut I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missilesSlim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (bye-bye)Extortion, snortin’, supportin’ abortionPathological liar, blowin’ shit out of proportionThe looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadicImpulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addictHalf animal, half manDumpin’ your dead body inside of a fuckin’ trash canWith more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two GlocksScreamin’, “Fuck the world, ” like 2PacI just don’t give a fuck!Talkin’ that shit behind my back, dirty mackin’Tellin’ your boys that I’m on crackI just don’t give a fuck!So put my tape back on the rackGo run and tell your friends my shit is wackI 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 screamin’ like Rage Against the MachineI’m convinced I’m a fiend, shootin’ up while this record is spinnin’Clinically brain dead, I don’t need a second opinionFuck droppin’ the jewel, I’m flippin’ the sacred treasureI’ll bite your motherfuckin’ style, just to make it fresherI can’t take the pressure, I’m sick of bitchesSick of naggin’ bosses bitchin’ while I’m washin’ dishesIn school I never said much, too busy havin’ a headrushDoin’ too much rush had my face flushed like red blushThen I went to Jim Beam, that’s when my face grayedWent to gym in eighth grade, raped the women’s swim teamDon’t take me for a joke I’m no comedianToo many mental problems got me snortin’ coke and smokin’ weed againI’m goin’ up over the curb, drivin’ on the medianFinally made it home, but I don’t got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two GlocksScreamin’, “Fuck the world, ” like 2PacI just don’t give a fuck!Talkin’ that shit behind my back, dirty mackin’Tellin’ your boys that I’m on crackI just don’t give a fuck!So put my tape back on the rackGo run and tell your friends my shit is wackI 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!
OutsiderzPacewonYoung Zee (fuck the entire world)D.U