Matty P - Don't Give a Sh!t (feat. T-Truth) lyrics

Intro (T-Truth) Yeah, C'mon Baby! Hook: (Matty P) Sometimes life seems unfortunate That's why I don't give a sh**/ The poor stay poor, the rich get richer Its just so disproportionate/ You don't know just what I go thru That's why I would rather show you/ Just how far I can take it Every rule, yeah im breaking it/ Verse 1: (Matty P) Here I am again yo Here we go again no/ They say im a no hoper But my flow just got doper/ Its ain't over, till I wake up sober Get ga**ed, c**a cola/ No weed t' toka toka f** are manner? I dunno!/ Common sense? I don't think so If ya didn't before by nah ya know I got a sick flow/ Cos it ain't rape if ya under mistletoe That's a joke, but do ya get my point nah tho?/ Need t' wash my mouth out Spit dog turds and cough fox fur/ Its not fair, b**h I got ya/ That's when I clocked her Knocked her over/ Give me some brains, cos im so deerrrr Outta the rover, kick off me loafers/ That's when I pop like a toaster All over her 'nd her sofa/ Put me in my place like a coaster So I kick her in her shin Spunk in her eyerus/ Too right to night its angry pirates Ya heard me give a sh**? I don't give an f word/ Im a ba*tard mess But nah im a dad I gotta stop!/ Who knew being pee'd on would be such a blessing Since my 8th birthday/ I gave the world a finger to rotate That's when I started to salivate/ Wrote and started to levitate/ Drop a mic from a height And rhymes detonate/ Get the f** out, its a blackout Heard st Helens great/ For heaven sake, my birth date Was the earths worst day/ Guess my birth was a gift and curse hey How do I have the nerve hey?/ f**ing up the world in the worse way So guess ya best back pace/ Cos this ain't a rat race, if its a rap race Then my verse is coming first place/ Spit a bar, hit em in da face Does it hurt mate?/ Do my rhymes get ya high like? You can snort lines/ But if you snort mine Ya might just catch a flat line/ Raps mr pacman about to crunch and munch mine Your stood in the lunch line/ Hook: (Matty P & T-Truth) Verse 2: T_Truth I think I need a break I tiered of being fake/ If ya smell what im cooking Its a piece of cake/ Still I make it so much harder For myself maybe/ Ive been too nice Caring about everyone else baby/ You want a gift?/ (yeah) Well heres a fist/ You make me so damn crazy yo I wanna slit my wrist/ Oh no wait I can't say that Theres another line I should take back/ Now people are dying Around the world and trending/ Nobody gives an F.U.C.K About tweets there sending/ Everybody cares when its too late Too many man, too many Don't come begging to me for money Cos I won't give you any/ Ya lucky I don't make a track And stab you from behind/ Now if your listening, rewind Don't give a monkey crap/ Baby your chunky fat But calling girls "skinny b**hes" Man you must be megan trainor/ No way I could this thing planner Ask ya girl, she goes over me/ Nobodies insainer Tell your boys I best, everyone knows it/ Im Mozart, your musics compos I decompose it/ Thank you matty p Giving me a title shot/ Keep my recital hot Whether im right or not/ Who cares if your the person They don't like or not?/ Just never ever give a