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cryptic wisdom - still don't give a fuck (remix) lyrics

[intro]
in honor of the slim shady lp turning 17 years old last week
this is eminem’s “still don’t give a f-ck”
remixed in one take
let’s go

[verse 1]
you step into the crip, then your death will be the outcome
your diss record still ain’t get more love than your album
you think you got the hottest bars until i douse ’em
no enemies, execs next to him like malcolm
how come, n0body is worried ’bout their own life
boy, i’ve got that t-tle and you’re looking for the goal sign
you don’t like me, and you dedicate your whole life
to making mine worse, with a motherf-cking post, writeright
come on, it’s time to grow up, be a man; understand
that you’ll never sell a record, not a cent, not again
so maybe you should formulate a plan
you threw all your salt at me, now you’re looking pretty bland
i’m looking spicy as a motherf-cker
i’m home cooked, they gotta microwave you other suckers
this isn’t beef, ’cause i’ma bison you’re a duck for cover
and i ain’t vegan, that’s precisely what i love for supper

[chorus]
for all the drugs i no longer do
to all the people i’ve offended, f-ck you too
to the friends i used to have, i miss my past
but the rest of you -ssh0l-s can kiss my -ss
for all the drugs i no longer do
to all the people i’ve offended, f-ck you too
i don’t need to reminisce, clean up my past
but i still don’t give a f-ck, y’all can kiss my -ss

[verse 2]
i’ll bet it’s not a war that you wanna wage
the odds are bad, and even if you win it doesn’t pay
you are a cr-p snake, god, get him off the plane
unless you wanna roll the die, i don’t know why the f-ck you came
so pick a side, i am serving up the main course
flame broil you and your boys, i’ve got the range for it
and i ain’t sayin’ i’m the loudest, i just make noise
i’m a bed of nails, sleepin’ on me ain’t a great choice
yeah, i’ll give you terrors through the night
call me freddy on the mic, kruger shred it if we fight
i’m liable to burn, aloe vera when i strike
meet your match, make you fall into some kerosene and light
i’m sorry ’bout your luck, let me put it in perspective for you
i fell off and came back, and still n0body checking for you
and for the record, i look forward to your record too
and every single minute that it’s spinning, i’ll be heckling you

- cryptic wisdom lyrics

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