Learning To Not Give a F**k

Oh, what's that? Another no melody beat? You better put a melody on this later I limp like a pimp and I spit like a llama Chimp with a tool in his hand, Talking Tom-a Hawk in the sky flying at Osama No killing innocents I'm not Obama Spilling a little bit out my bomber Courtesy USA and our commas Dirty a synonym for your mama I'm little darkie nigga I'm brahma Rama, run up on you with the knowledge Run up my mo-fucking mileage Niggas was telling me I couldn't do it, you blew it Now you acting childish I'm on my wild shit Why is he saying the N-word? Nigga 'cause I won't pretend where I'm from Nigga 'cause all of my friends aren't bums Who believe you can own a word, own a tongue Dumb Own a person own none Culture wars ain't no fun Ultra liberal scum, Nazi niggas go run Vultures circle the sun Learn to not to give a fuck Learn to not to give hate back Earn a lot with no luck Burn the herb and fade Turn the world and pray That yo' cake become fat But who really cares? Nobody aware, in love with they hair, in love with the self Wealth growing, stealth blowing I cannot have any privacy Even my closest of homies could lie to me They could decide to be slithering snakes Where the withering wraiths Keep a blistering pace, see a fist in your face Hey, CUBENSiS, do it to 'em When niggas first called me a Darkie, I didn't like it When my bully called me a sand nigga, I'd bite it And I can say whatever as long as that shit is my story I can read the book to you, do not try to deny for me Oh-oh-oh you're so offended I meant to tell you I'm uncaring That kid didn't care about me When he said dad and mom's sparring Was an unholy one because mama was a species That my father created from laying feces Fuck the hate And fuck all of yo race, what? Race is fake and a nigga really ought to sit and wake up Wake up Wake up from your slumber the words they made are worthless Walk among the lumber with birds, and we're shirtless Adam and Eve We better leave, eating the apple Ignoring the trees Please take shrooms and make the music Or my goons will fucking lose it On that medicine, it setting in I see the end approaching It encroaching with a motion Wavy like I slurp a potion I'm an addict, bad kid He listening to Madlib Lab grade bud mixed with OP inside in my grinder Mad hate bubble in me 'till I nut inside her, uh I should take my hate and cage it up with a divider I can starve the nigga I can learn to not bother I can learn to take after my father, wallow in your stress I wanna be better than the rest Tired of blaming genetics inability to just learn Learn not to give a fuck Learn to not give a fuck about anything Learn not to give a fuck (Please) Learn to not give a fuck about anything Frankly, I couldn't give a shit what I rap about on this beat So make sure it's retarded Chapo cop a choco taco Stop yo' bitching switching up and scratching at yo lotto Ticket choppa pop staccato, motto It's quit yo' yapping Say you scheming, but you capping Talking shit that you ain't backing You look goofy on the back-end I like my fries to look like nachos, macho Jeweler selling fruits like he gazpacho I see you tweet a lot fiending for clout nigga What you about? Better spit that shit out quicker Homina, yo bitch is Lucifer, summon her I keep a crucible front of my drum When I'm shooting, I loosen her some Shooting my load on her back and her bum (Deal with it, deal with it) I feel my skin peel It ain't no big deal as Long as I don't kneel to my animal instinct Let's invent the wheel Imagine these mud huts, tall and made of steel I'm uncomfortable, I need a shoe for my feet I eat some food for my meat body Tired of shitting in woods, I need some good for my seat potty I need a whip 'cause I don't wanna walk no more Fuck a musket nigga I need a Glock to tow Make it reliable, bang the top back Fuck a nigga, bringing ankle socks back Paint a picture, I'm in rancho kookamunga Smoking on lumber, go dumber than hummers That yellow, that bee, why they bumble and rumble Yo, whip it stumble, so, it might cause a fumble Ah fuck, I dropped the mic on the ground (Oh no) It's almost like that was related to the last bar