I got a give a fuckometer It is so expensive Bought it on auction complete with a pencil For defense against Roby Benfill Full of hate seasoned with ache of asshole and blasphemous for church members Fake rappers screaming for mom *MOM, MOM* Take mic and make rap shit Aggressive lyrics for make me fearing their bad beat And pay sound engineer for make it sweet on exit But actualy it plays only in kids basement U'll be glad if u can sell one disk with ur record But hour later y will know it was ur mom, faggot U're addcit of hating me, i'm dont give a fuck addict U're sticky chewing gum baby, i dont need any Depressive sound for making rhyme, u may cry Or lay on ground, but it'll be crime if u'll try Go beyond bound, i'll kill u fine, u'r soul's mine qualifying round ur'e not gone, whe're is pussy, guy
<Chorus> U can tell u kill me with ur nine calibre gun My give a fuckometer still *DISPLAYS NONE* U can call yourself as boss, or as superhero My give a fuckometer still *DISPLAYS ZERO*
U can tell me u kill me with ur nine calibre gun My give a fuckometer still *DISPLAYS NONE* U can call yourself as boss, or as superhero My give a fuckometer still *DISPLAYS ZERO* </Chorus>
Of course u can kick my ass, than i'll give a fuck But u will suck my cock while on the pond i feed the ducks Feel power of my hairy balls and get that u cant destruct It. Screming on the mic like "i'm getting bucks". U're gettin dicks in u're mouth. U've knocked u'r own teeth For not to hurt adored by u big cheerleader's dicks I'll tear ur middle finger off, shove in ur ass and fix it For exploding u in bathroom, when u'll try to shit I always take give a fuckometer with me wear it on neck Connect it to my brain and charge it to the full untill i'm leave For people around can see and lenght my give a fuck fuck degree And disappoint cause they cant raise arrow at least at 3 of one hundred. If u offended by me You can sit in the corner and let a tear a little bit This shit is fits to me helped me to beat Everybodys ass and lay deep to low and meet Dre
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During the FIRST day of my BIRTH, I demonstrated middle finger to my OBSTETRICIAN And FIRST my UNDIMINISHING PERSON made the VESRE of 2 WORDS *Fuck You* And then blew up 2 BIRDS by INFLATing and my FIRST DATE WAS with a girl with a DIRTY NOSE OF COURSE man this brain EARTHquake may even HURT kids MIND And doctors can OBSERVE mental disorders COUSED BY Dilames songs. "Treatment program already assigned U'll listen to Nicky Minaj get nauseous and get blind And infection cames out with a vomit (somit sound) ignoring effects side Rehabilitation course is almost closed now u feel fine U can return to the home drink WINE and start WANKING But dont keep THINKING of her ass, or ur pubis may be PINKY Palms may be STINKY and hairy, u may feel euphoria U may want ur 60 years old teacher while she writing formula On the blackboard, and if u fuck her u will become pupular Your uni's head will shake ur hand then shake her ass and fart in ya
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I just gotta establish production of give a fuckometers U'll buy this device, i know