I Don't Give A Fuck - Tim Dog

Artist: Tim Dog

Album: Do or Die

Song: I Don’t Give a Fuck

Hey yo !

Check it out !

Check check the check a check it out !

Check it out !

Check check the check a check it out !

You’re listenin to the muthaphukkin man himself

The D-O-G !

Yeah, there’s a lotta dogs out there, huh

But face it: right about now

You’re dealin with the hardest muthaphukka on the planet

Hey lemme tell you a little bit o' shit about myself

Punk !

Came out with a jam that had the whole world stompin

Title of the track: «Fuck Compton !»

Yeah, the record was a hit

And DJ Quik was on my muthaphukkin dick

Now you say the boy is a madman

I’m eatin more fowls than Pac-Man

I got props, loungin by the shops

I don’t need cops I bust shots with my Glock

Now bitches wanna see me

And punk muthaphukkaz on the charts wanna be me

I got the wick-ed

Renegade style coz I’m versatile

I’m super superb master stereo, where are ya?

Heavier, I can never ever be scattier

Coz my rhymes is the force

I get vexed after I trigger some crazy horse

You get torn a new asshole

And I’ll pimp slap that ass like my muthaphukkin last ho

The bitch is upset

She want a muthaphukkin L when she got Keith Sweat

But I’m still hittin skins

I cut her off back then, now I’m fuckin all her friends

Yeah the Dog don’t play

I got bitches in LA and around the way

So leave the drama for your mama

Niggas talkin shit when they don’t know that I’m a

Crazy muthaphukka, I’ll smoke you in a minute

Anytime you hear about a fight you know I’m in it

But you cuss, moan and ramble

And still don’t realize that your life’s a gamble

You gets nut, Dog is no bluff

Ruff and ruff I get tuff with the quick stuff

Coz I don’t give a fuck

And you punk muthaphukkaz better shut the fuck up

I don’t give a fuck, yeah

All you bitch ass niggas better shut the fuck up

Know what I’m sayin?

Niggas don’t know how I’m livin down here in this muthaphukka

You talkin 'bout rollin with a gat

They see you come with a bat

You know what I’m sayin?

I’m smokin niggas on the mic

What the fuck is you doin?

Hey yo, let me drop some shit to you all like this

I’m a terrorist, my mouth is a wax-o-phone

I’m blowin shit up like a saxophone

When I step into the crowd niggas are on

I grab the mic and start yes yo’in

Word up I’m about to tear shit up

And bitch ass niggas can just shut the fuck up, go up

Or get up, coz I’m dead up

I’ll beat yo monkey ass and you know I won’t let off

Kickin ass like a donkey

It’s return of the muthaphukkin Hip-Hop junkie

Yeah, you say he’s that good

Gold teeth, black shades and a muthaphukkin fat hood

But don’t jump on my dick

Because I’ll fuck you in the ass 'till it’s covered with shit

Yeah boy I’m a freak

And if we was up North you’d be callin me Big Zeke

Coz when I’m on stage I do damage

I’m the muthaphukkin microphone bandit

I got rhymes pon cock

You get shot with the Glock from my mouth, you’ll be shocked

The wickedest man alive with the technique

Suckers try to get me, but don’t even sweat me

Coz when I rhyme shit is in order

Huh !

I’m the man that fucked your daughter

I’m outta order, suckers think I’m sympathetic

They’re pathetic, I won’t let it

So punk, don’t sweat it

I reign hard like thunder

Niggas dissin me, gettin put the fuck under

I got the notion, smooth like lotion

Even when I’m on stage bitches are open

So go push your luck

I ain’t got shit to lose so I don’t give a fuck

Yeah, see what I’m sayin you bitch ass muthaphukka

Stop talkin that ol' bullshit you’re kickin

Yo jerry curl wearin bitch

Yeay, you keep rollin with that muthaphukkin crew

We ain’t even gotta go that way let’s get on the mic

You don’t wanna do that

Coz I’ll end yo fuckin carreer

You bitch ass muthaphukka, yeah

And I’m out