I don't give a **** about what you think I don't give a **** about what you feel Drop that album I'ma too feel Crack that yak bitch pop that pill I rock that still, sit in a cage I got a f type of crap, pop that steel I pop that feel Y'all mother****ers is not that real I'm a nutbagg [Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)] I don't give a **** about how you feel About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and I don't give a **** about how you feel About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me [Verse 1] I'ma gutbag em up, toe tag em Kick like into the drag and don't act em Knife meat; put rat poison up in my I.V. Try me, to crack niggas back to the crime scene I'm a crime scene maker life taker, Take em on a stage and rape em No apron, I'ma scrape his face and face Satan I'ma take his place and get a Jason Mask, better be ready to duck fast, Never be ready to face me I cut grass Leave em dead I put three in the head Then I feed him the dead and foresee to cut stab I don't need to flip it I spit sick, got syphalistic Your bitch get lit, I'm telling you this It's the sickness shit, I'm smelling you this shit You get twisted (grrr) I'm in the rage, I didn't get paid Now my life's stuck in the cage I stayed with the same block in the gage My heart's burning and I'm turning the page Anybody that face me I get em flayed Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades I spit sicker than a bag of aids ' Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades (boom!) Get sick'd of this, get a butcher knife Slit your bitch's wrists, now you took a life And a 56 and a hooker like Yo bitch is with me, tell her goodnight I'm 51, 51, 50 Don't get the hong, lick You gon' get licked, don't sit too rich Lynch is gon' get it Don't get with this quick I spit liquid [Chorus 1 - repeat] I don't give a **** about what you think I don't give a **** about what you feel Drop that album I'ma too feel Crack that yak bitch pop that pill I rock that still, sit in a cage I got a f type of crap, pop that steel I pop that feel Y'all mother****ers is not that real I'm a nutbagg [Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)] I don't give a **** about how you feel About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and I don't give a **** about how you feel About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me [Verse 2] I'ma put average niggas up in the attic take they bitches and stab em up in the abdomen Leaving bodies on medicine after new I'm havin you For dinner and a movie after I stab at you You got bit of the sickness, nigga haven't you It's like cocaine so I don't got an attitude Badabim, badabum I'm in your room And all I wanna do is sing another tune Ring another tool, bring another hookie Cut up, what up, shit nut up, with us Get ****ed up with us and don't **** with us Get cut up the butt, quick shut up your butt slit Razorblades, today's the day, cause you paved the way For two day to get ate up Shave his legs, and two pays get blazed up Eat his brains and put flames in they guts Emriel Lagassi, your posse You don't see what I see you're not me With this shit I'ma get my monoply Not even a freight train can stop me Not even a straight cane could rock me Use weed to maintain a top speed Low down, slow down with the fo' pound, no now, you go now (you go now! grr!) I'm in the rage, I didn't get paid Now my life's stuck in the cage I stayed with the same block in the gage My light's burning and I'm turning the page Anybody that face me I get em flayed Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades I get sicker than a bag of aids ' Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades [Chorus 1 - repeat] I don't give a **** about what you think I don't give a **** about what you feel Drop that album I'ma too feel Crack that yak bitch pop that pill I rock that still, sit in a cage I got a f type of crap, pop that steel I pop that feel Y'all mother****ers is not that real I'm a nutbagg [Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)] I don't give a **** about how you feel About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and I don't give a **** about how you feel About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me