Eight Mile Style - Still Don't Give a f** lyrics

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Eight Mile Style - Still Don't Give a f** lyrics

[Produced by Ba** Brothers] [Intro] A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of d**h? Hell yeah, I'm afraid of d**h I don't want to die yet A lot of people think that I worship the devil That I do all types of retarded sh** Look, I can't change the way I think And I can't change the way I am But if I offended you Good! ‘Cause I still don't give a f** [Verse 1] I'm zoning off of one joint, stopping a limo Hopped in the window, shopping a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? f** a needle, here's a sword, body pierce with this! Livin' amok, never givin' a f** Gimme the keys! I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck But I smoke dope in a cab I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab Come back the next week and re-open your scab A k**er instinct runs in the blood Emptying full clips and burying guns in the mud I've calmed down now, I was heavy once into d** I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz My brain's gone, my soul's worn, and my spirit is torn The rest of my body's still being operated on I'm ducked the f** down while I'm writing this rhyme ‘Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightning this time [Hook] For all the weed that I've smoked – yo, this blunt's for you To all the people I've offended – yeah, f** you too! To all the friends I used to have – yo, I miss my past But the rest of you a**holes can kiss my a** For all the d** that I've done – yo, I'm still gonna do To all the people I've offended – yeah, f** you too! For every time I reminisce – yo, I miss my past But I still don't give a f**, y'all can kiss my a** [Verse 2] I walked into a gunfight with a knife to k** you And cut you so fast, when your blood spilled it was still blue I'll hang you till you dangle and chain you with both ankles And pull you apart from both angles I wanna crush your skull 'til your brains leaks out of your veins And bust open like broken water mains So tell Saddam not to bother with making another bomb ‘Cause I'm crushing the whole world in my palm Got your girl on my arm, and I'm armed with a firearm So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on And the pants to match ("Here, Momma, try 'em on!") I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives (sh**ting on rappers) Causing hospital accidents God, help me, before I commit some irresponsible acts again [Hook] For all the weed that I've smoked – yo, this blunt's for you To all the people I've offended – yeah, f** you too! To all the friends I used to have – yo, I miss my past But the rest of you a**holes can kiss my a** For all the d** that I've done – yo, I'm still gonna do To all the people I've offended – yeah, f** you too! For every time I reminisce – yo, I miss my past But I still don't give a f**, y'all can kiss my a** [Verse 3] I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it Spent a million a track and went over my budget (Oh, sh**) Now how in the f** am I supposed to get out of debt? I can't rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet Drug sickness got me doing some bugged twitches I'm withdrawing from crack so bad my blood itches I don't rap to get the women; f** b**hes! Give me a fat s*ut that cooks and does dishes Never ran with a clique; I'm a posse Kamikaze, strapping a motherf**ing bomb across me From the second I was born my momma lost me I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy I don't know why the f** I'm here in the first place My worst day on this earth was my first birthday Retarded? What did that nurse say? Brain damage? f**! I was born during an earthquake [Hook] For all the weed that I've smoked – yo, this blunt's for you To all the people I've offended – yeah, f** you too! To all the friends I used to have – yo, I miss my past But the rest of you a**holes can kiss my a** For all the d** that I've done – yo, I'm still gonna do To all the people I've offended – yeah, f** you too! For every time I reminisce – yo, I miss my past But I still don't give a f**, y'all can kiss my a**