jack mushroom – don’t give a fuck lyrics
[verse 1: tank kta]
the only time i’m giving out a f-ck is when it’s halloween
knocking on your front door, guns drawn, trick or treat
yelling “wee” like i was playing with the little piggy’s feet
followed by “i don’t give a f-ck” and let my finger squeeze
so you sure to be a dead man walkin’
if you ever diss the gang that’s suicide by simply talkin’
make her wipe t–th, where a n-gga think he work at target
they calling it a rampage but i’m barely getting started
this that wolf gang, triple six, have you going mental sh-t
k!ll them all don’t give a f-ck. why can’t you get the jist of it?
pretty little b-tch she suck my d-ck like it’s a trippy stick
but really it’s a magnum bring that -ss and get a pistol whip
i spit this on some silly sh-t, go ahead, give it up
i’m crashing in a rental screaming “yolo” brodie live it up
and if the cops ask about the hit and run
just say it was the mop head in the mushroom that don’t give a f-ck
[hook: jack mushroom]
it’s the wolf gang! don’t give a f-ck! x8
[verse 2: jack mushroom]
swinging off the top of the ropes, it’s the odd monster
in the smoke, sweeping all the cops and prophets ?
before me the joking joke king probing
b-tches up their -ss while they’re choking
on my car deck in other words i’m a hard deck, i’m so f-cking
stupid, they can’t stop me so i’m roasting humans
not giving a f-ck, plus this dust got me thinkin’
i’m a moon pirate, sailing the moon with betty boop and
sailor moon tied up, inhaling more morphine
now i’m morphing, into liquid, flow cleaner
than chlorine, champ of this rap sh-t
yeah, i got plural rings, cover your eyes kids
i’mma ring ?, beating all the fine hoes
on a d-mn horror scene, slapping all the people
staring at me curious, arkham’s worst nightmare
in the flesh and i’m furious, screaming in your f-cking ears
[hook]
[verse 3]
jack’s at it again with a couple rappin’ friends
trashing stages and setting flames to all trashy cans
i mess with the uk lip or all the nanny kids
cause i’m sweet like tea, and k!ll sh-t like the candyman
sweet tooth, catch me driving in an ice cream truck
lighting up another spliff, slapped a clip in
now i’m lighting up all my compet-tion that was lining up
until a strong bolt of lightening struck me it came
from thumper, i either shot his b-tch or some guy he f-cked
chased him into wal-mart now we’re lining it up
punched him in his face, sn-tched his nine off his waist
turned him over and beat him into a coma with his f-cking leg
got the chi of quan-chi in me
so don’t oh fear me, and never disrespect me
cause i’ll beat you up and choke you the f-ck out until your neck bleed
in front of your b-tch, ’till the pigs come arrest me
…golf w-ng
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