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letra de i don't give a fuck - spaceboy

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[verse 1: sp-ceboy]

pull up to the party and they all know who it be
a psychedelic addict in a trippy hoodie
a trustafarian who took way too much lsd
and now he’s rapping to a wall about his dumb philosophy

look man think about it time isn’t real
you should think about the fist that your face is boutta feel
you should think about your sis and the time i made her kneel
i swear to god i get more girls than howie i don’t even deal

picking up the girlies is the sh-t i like to do
but i never get the b-tches couldn’t even score a dude
when i try to get a number i just get a sh-tty mood
but i can get back in my prime using 2-day premium lube

cl1cking through ebony b-tch you f-cking scared me
begging me to suck her t-ts but i don’t f-ck with dairy
lead her to the bedroom but that p-ssy was too hairy
plus that dirty c-nt was leaking like a maraschino cherry

share me bet i could make your b-tches drool
if you hate on me i’ll f-ck you up like yugi in a duel
if you’re thinking you could beat me then you’re thinking like a fool
i guarantee your weak -ss couldn’t even win over abdul

ooo, that one hurt your confidence a little?
you’re so f-cking weak you look like malcolm from the middle
you’re so f-cking dumb i bet you couldn’t solve this riddle
who is such a flaming f-ggot there’s a new flavor of skittles?

no not me your b-tch rode me like a horse
i hit both of her holes my club was swinging back and forth
the only s-x you’ve ever had was with your father’s corpse
and any future intercourse will end in seconds in divorce

of course the haters gonna’ hate and say i’m fake
but if you look through my records you’ll find g*nius in my traits
and if you go ask my doc he’ll say i got a special fate
he handed me some crayons, a helmet, and a superman cape

i’ve never got a date but when i did my date split
i was mad, i was sad, chugging 40s feeling sick
i’m alone, by the phone, silicone sucking my d-ck
so f-cking sick of this bullsh-t i hit up duck to take a trip

tripping out my mind my life is like an acid hit
one minute feeling low then the next feeling lit
one second met your mom then the next met her cl-t
we clinic’d with your bro and now he’ll never be a kid

you know that your mother was a pro at low blows
right under your nose i was a father to these hoes
your sissy crying, “daddy, daddy please take off my clothes!”
i took that sl-t down to my studio and showed her how i flow

yeah i know i’m f-cked but ain’t we all in some way?
at least i’ve got the b-lls to say what you’re afraid to say
you sit there with a d-ld- up your -ss calling me g-y
but i don’t give a f-ck go ask your girl i f-cked her yesterday

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