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underground unleashed - i don't really care lyrics

[chorus: samson samson & murda d]]
i am a little bit out of my skull
my skull!
many don’t even wanna know me at all
at all!
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
i+i am a little bit out of my skull
my skull!
many don’t even wanna know me at all
at all!
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
[verse 1: samson samson]
look at me and everything i’ve done (i’ve done)
do you understand when i have rum (have rum)
it’s a bad day for everyone and i’m willing to bet i’ma leave someone slumped (hah!)
motherf+ck it all, dysfunctional
my brain is a pinball machine
put another quarter in and the more they’re gonna blow flames all over y’all street
got my uzi out and i’m faded
better watch where i point it ’cause i paint it
with a burgundy touch and a i suddenly rush
anybody here going apesh+t (woo!)
you can say that i’m out of skull
rowdy and all
you should look at my face while i smile and pause
and think to yourself if it’s okay to make any sort of sudden movement when i’m that far
no sir, it’s not
i’ma stir my b+lls inside yo girlies tw+t
and rock her motherf+cking body ’til her nerves are shot
and if we have any issues, better come and flock, so
if they really wanna get it i’ll be waiting for them with the machete, and a trash bag
k!ll a motherf+cker for coming at me
you better know they can’t even begin to dig a hole to find the last man (haha)
everything so perfect, it’s worth merking the people with a big mouth
and i know that if you decide to ride on me, bye homie
i’ma take this time to find the next bit of haters
you won’t even show in the papers
now put your motherf+cking hands together and say them prayers (hahaha!)
[chorus: samson samson & murda d]]
i am a little bit out of my skull
my skull!
many don’t even wanna know me at all
at all!
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
i+i am a little bit out of my skull
my skull!
many don’t even wanna know me at all
at all!
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care

[verse 2: murda d]
couldn’t give a f+ck less ’bout success (naw)
never resting, ways you’ve regretted
test me, bet me, i got great aim (bet)
never woulda bet it, never wanna maintain
stay sane? (naw) gone for now
i got so d+mn high i got lost in clouds
i’m hollow+bound but he’s sober now
i’m overjoyed but i’m underground (agh, let’s go)
was self+employed, then i did a couple lines and i jumped for joy
then i did it off the nine and i gripped the toy
woulda got a better vibe but i heard some noise (agh, what’s that?)
hearing some creeper
paranoid mind+state, thinking of demons
better off fighting, oh f+ck it, i’m feasting
into my beast+mode, murder’s unleashing (let’s go)
mind+state is a little bit negative (agh)
better calm down and take another sedative (hah)
loading clips and i’m thinking ’bout some heads
i’m about to give a clipping to like they were in a barber chair
little off the top, really don’t give a cr+p (naw)
this a new era like a fitted cap (shah)
new spark so i know i had to hit her back
got a blunt, lit loud, and look at where the ash at
so drunk and i’m looking for the backpack
laughed at his blade and i reach where the axe at (haha)
hacksaw, jim duggan in a black mask
black truck, my cl!ck with a black mag (rah)
running up, guns drawn, where the cash at? (sha)
money fiend and i need it in a fat sack (sha)
charlie sheen, money talks but i rap fast
what does that mean? well it means that
[chorus: samson samson & murda d]]
i am a little bit out of my skull
my skull!
many don’t even wanna know me at all
at all!
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
i+i am a little bit out of my skull
my skull!
many don’t even wanna know me at all
at all!
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care
and i don’t really care

[verse 3: crossworm]
the chorus what i’m into
swipe like i might just him with the ginsu
when it pin through, what i meant to say was
hang still, dark gonna save us (still beats but no one cares)
but the god d+mn voice dropped
and the beats sh+tty, beats miserable to interrupt me
shut your mouth when i’m on your track
suck my d+ck ’til my brain collapses
f+ck you with both middle fingers
better make a better beat when it lingers
i invented the blueprint for giving a sh+t less
i never had but to give it’s a good guess
and i might just fight this urge
to sh+t in my pants and the boots, f+ck words
put that crown to your dome
i might just steal that b+tch like a thief in the night
i’m in another rude mood and what?
i got a sh+tty attitude and what?
you got jokes, then can it, what?
i never really gave and d+mn and
i f+ck with best and my d+ck stays gone
i won’t even bless the bad song with a yawn
f+ck this beat, motherf+ck the track (no one cares, the illest in the underground)
god d+mnit you just keep popping off
at the mouth, shut your face
give me that beat, know your place
back in the kitchen, on a mission to fix me up a plate, b+tch
andre young of the underground
but more harm when it comes to the sound of the unfound dirt
better be aware, f+ck your label in the mouth
i really don’t care

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