Give a Damn - Tonedeff

I don’t 'give a damn'

When motherfuckers claim that they’re nice, and I don’t 'give a damn'

About the record deal that you signed and I don’t 'give a damn'

Bout chart positions paid for a price, and I don’t 'give a damn'

About all of your media hype and I don’t 'give a damn'

If your publicist got betta connects and I don’t 'give a damn'

About the fuckin the spot that you rep and I don’t 'give a damn'

If you roll 50 deep for respect and I don’t 'give a damn'

I really don’t 'give a damn’bitch

Gimme this microphone, and stand clear

As I tear into this bitch like I fucked up a papsmear

Cat’s stear outta my way and split as I switch to my fast gear

The fact’s clear Rappers, they act queer, lappin’up ass hair

Yappin like That’s fierce, Man, I’m agasp here

Saddened by acts whose only buzz was gotten from 50 glasses of Pabst beer

Man, I’m stacked like I jacked Sears

After I smack you with brass bats, mallets and stacked chairs

Tou can ask me if that’s fair

You repeated the deeds you seen after me last year

Cheated with theivery, greed and misleading tactics, that’ve actually

matched rare &elusive elements of my steez

very conclusive evidence leading me back here

So I pillage like Black Beard

Hands near your bitch’s brazier, until her nipples stand air

And hit some frequencies you can’t hear without a bat’s ear

And that serious, mad furious, &ed, scary, and brash, sneering

and every fucking adjective that’ll push you past fear

My wrath spares artisans who practice the craft with tact, whereas

You would never to my standards adhere

Shit, I had to hire an accountant and a cashier

Cause Tonedeff, got so many hoes riding the dick

that I’m charging 'em cab fare

And while I tap rears, rappers amass tears

As they learn how to play the skin flute

while rockin the box set from Z&hyr

With a fat kielbasa to grasp, yeah.

You bout as hip as them pink pajamas your dad wears…

laugh at your wack pair

(Bitch, I don’t)

For pete’s sake, I’m grief laden, need faith

Keep saying, He’s fake, when you sound commercial, like You Can Eat Cake

Now Please face the other town — leave.

great

Beef?

Hey, you wig gets pushed back more than underground released dates

Your te&lay's what we say’s an exercise in simplicity

You cry whenever you miss a rerun of Felicity

You sweet as crispy crme, the media feeds you a glitzy Dream

Been taken advantage of like Giddy Teens with 50 Whisky Drinks

I’m nifty with these things.

Top pick

Tonedeff: The wide receiver with elastic arms… son, you know I got this

I constantly knock shit, not superstitious

but that’s part of the process, I dine, you do the dishes

Now, it’s obvious right kid?

Calls in tonite?

Then

It’s prolly your wife, so just pardon me right quick

You’re hardly a fight, bitch/ Sorry?

Now bite this

I’m as awnry as bikers with harleys and pipes gripped

You nice kid?

You’re part of the crisis.

worse than a biter

You’re a wack rapper’s cock rider

Inspite of lying, Even your stage show’s disgraceful

See, you’re that one nigga that’s on the cell at the movies

cause whole the audience hates you

See, your folly is painful to watch, You’re out for pussy?

Just stuff your face in your crotch, gargle and toss your cookies

I’m harmful to lots of persons far &near

Lace verse with so many curses that my clean versions sound like 'Paul Revere'

Now don’t stall and tell me the public’s got the true taste

Cause if they like you, they’re dumb enough to eat a blue steak

Fuck the debate of who’s real &who's fake!

Cause when I’m all in your grill

Son… I really won’t kill you, but you’ll swear to god that I will

So just gimme a beat and a time and a place

If you hid in retreat

then I’ll find you where you stay with a team of divers, grenades

And claws equipped.

Nobody even bought your shit

Cause you’re the type that went to an all boy school

and everybody still called you a dick

I don’t 'give a damn'

About the verse you wrote to battle me, and I don’t 'give a damn'

If your jealousy makes you mad at me and I don’t 'give a damn'

If you rap cause your peoples have to eat, and I don’t 'give a damn'

You ain’t grown out your hood mentality and I don’t 'give a damn'

If you got 97inch rims and I don’t 'give a damn'

About your fashion victim ass friends and I don’t 'give a damn'

About all of these 5-minute trends and I don’t 'give a damn'

about you I really don’t 'give a damn'

Oh, word?

You did time?

So What

Oh Shit, he’s producing it?

So What

Oh Shit, he signing with who?

So What