My name is Marshall Manners, I'm an alcoholic, I'm an alcoholic, I'm an alcoholic, I'm an alcoholic, I don't know what to call it. I keep, and I don't even know what to do Big show coming out, swinging so fast they're making all that spin You being knocked the f**k out like Mike Tyson The crew has been book digamos? I said don't motherf**king do it See me on the top of the tube, screaming fuck the world, I can't get too far I Adam識 nickname, I don't mean to surprise Dirty with drugs, I tell the boys that I won't cry I just don't give a f**k So put my tape back on the rack, don't run and tell your friends my s**t is wack I just don't give a f**k You see me on the street, ducked, you better get stuck, stolen, stuck I just don't give a f**k Ice in the peak, but I'm on the search to clutch the milk phone I'm everlasting, I'm melting in the ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm frozen, so seasoned, like I'm 20 below freezing I'm so freezing I diss your magazine, it still won't get a quick review I make it free for you Smell before it just crystals This is a lyrical compact, and I've been holding pistols When I fall, they go dry Blast you with my shoulder missiles St. James, every now and then with my old initials Snorting, snorting, supporting abortion Have a lot to rely on Snorting out of proportion You're ludicrous, insidious, spontaneous Sporadic, compulsive thinker Compulsive drinker Half animal, half man Don't you dare party inside of a party trash can With the hoes in a napkin So when you see me on your block with 2 packs Give a f**k the world like Tupac I just don't give a f**k Talking that s**t behind my back Dirty back and telling the boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a f**k If all the world thought I'd take back my back I'ma run and tell your friends my s**t is wack I just don't give a f**k You see me on the street? F**k Cause you better get stoned, stoned, stoned I just don't give a f**k Take me out this limousine On stage screaming Like crazy against the machine With a beast of a beast Chewing off while the track is spinning Clearly brain dead I don't give a second opinion F**k dropping a joke I'm flipping a sacred treasure I bite your motherf**king style Just to make it fresher Can't take the pressure I'm sick of bitches Sick of hanging horses Bitches on their f**king d**ks In school I never said much Too busy out of the headwash Doing too much blush Had my face blushed like red blush Then went to gym with me That's why I can't train Break the women's swimsuit Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems Got me slowing down Been smoking weed again I'm going up over the curb Driving a f**king median F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k