I Don't Give a Shit

I don’t give a shit what you do on a track
Kerser and Sarm make you move right back
I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re the best
What we’re spittin' caving in your whole chest
I don’t give a shit what you do on a track
Kerser and Sarm make you move right back
I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re the best
What we’re spittin' caving in your whole chest
Oi bruz, better move, better shut up
What I spit here will make your team stutter
Screamin' out he’s a nut-nut-nutter
Call me Jamie Oliver, fuck-fuck-fucker
I get naked, your girlfriend’s lover
Chef shit, cook it up let’s shucka
Hungry as hell, after my tucker
Steppin' to me? You’ll be mute like plucka
Get ready for Kerser and Sarm
You merk from above, straight merkin' the young
Get hurt in the bum, 'cause you’re thirsty for cum
To me, you don’t exist like sers in a run
See that, never cause a commotion
Like a black bear, forced in the ocean
I’m a tag rare, forced in the moment
You’re a black queer, snorting the lotion
You get kicked, hit, thrown aside
When we spit shit, stonerfied
You get ripped bitch, open wide
For a quick kid, motorbike
Don’t ever try step to the best
Get left in a mess like feds in a dress
Faggots! We’ll leave you stressed and depressed
Kerser and Sarm the best meds to ingest
I don’t give a shit what you do on a track
Kerser and Sarm make you move right back
I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re the best
What we’re spittin' caving in your whole chest
I don’t give a shit what you do on a track
Kerser and Sarm make you move right back
I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re the best
What we’re spittin' caving in your whole chest
I don’t give a shit what you do on a track
'Cause you’re doin' an act, why you doin' it, lad?
It seems so sad and lame to me
That I wait eight hours patiently
Se-se-settin' up a bomb right under the deck
Then you hit the stage; no set
Cunts in your back row equals your front row
Only got one row, now they’re all fucked bro
Fucked up and they’re leaving with burns
Leaving the Earth, how evil is Kers?
Half these cunts never been on the street
But they speak like they be on the beat with the heat
Why you wanna talk about shit that you never done?
Say you pullin' triggers but you couldn’t even get a gun
Get 'em son, yeah, you emptied a full clip?
No you didn’t. Never have, don’t bullshit
Kers one, you can mark my words
I’ll make you fuckin' listen when I start a verse
Y-y-your shit’s whack, it’s piss weak to me
I could probably get you killed for a fifty of weed
And I listen to the shit that you say
I can tell that you tryna be fifty today
But Kers and Sarm, yeah Sarm and Kers
Turn your shy missus to an arse
Slut
I don’t give a shit what you do on a track
Kerser and Sarm make you move right back
I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re the best
What we’re spittin' caving in your whole chest
I don’t give a shit what you do on a track
Kerser and Sarm make you move right back
I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re the best
What we’re spittin' caving in your whole ch-
I don’t give a shit what you do on a track
Kerser and Sarm make you move right back
I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re the best
What we’re spittin' caving in your whole chest
I don’t give a shit what you do on a track
Kerser and Sarm make you move right back
I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re the best
What we’re spittin' caving in your whole ch-