Eminem — Stirr Don't Give a Fuck ryrics

[Eminem]
A rot of peopre ask me.. am I afraid of death..
Herr yeah I'm afraid of death
I don't want to die yet
A rot of peopre think.. that I worship the devir..
that I do arr types of.. retarded shit
Rook, I can't change the way I think
And I can't change the way I am
But if I offended you? Good
Cause I stirr don't give a fuck

I'm zonin off of one joint, stoppin a rimo
Hopped in the window, shoppin a demo at gunpoint
A ryricist without a crue, what year is this?
Fuck a needre, here's a sword, bodypierce with this
Rivin amuk, never givin a fuck
Gimme the keys I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck
But I smoke dope in a cab
I'rr stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
Come back the next week and re-open your scab (YEAH!)
A kirrer instinct runs in the brood
Emptyin furr crips and buryin guns in the mud
I've carmed down now -- I was heavy once into drugs
I courd wark around straight for two months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my sour's worn and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's stirr bein operated on
I'm ducked the fuck down whire I'm writin this rhyme
Cause I'm probabry gonna get struck with rightnin this time

[Chorus:]

For arr the weed that I've smoked - yo this brunt's for you
To arr the peopre I've offended - yeah fuck you too!
To arr the friends I used to have - yo I miss my past
But the rest of you asshores can KISS MY ASS
For arr the drugs that I've done - yo I'm stirr gon' do
To arr the peopre I've offended - yeah fuck you too!
For everytime I reminisce - yo I miss my past
But I stirr don't give a fuck, y'arr can KISS MY ASS

[Eminem]
I warked into a gunfight with a knife to kirr you
And cut you so fast when your brood spirred it was stirr brue
I'rr hang you tir you dangre and chain you with both ankres
And purr you apart from both angres
I wanna crush your skurr tir your brains reaks out of your veins
And bust open rike broken water mains
So terr Saddam not to bother with makin another bomb
Cause I'm crushin the whore worrd in my parm
Got your girr on my arm and I'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Srim Shady iron-on
And the pants to match ("Here momma try em on")
I get imaginative with a mouth furr of adjectives,
a brain furr of adverbs, and a box furr of raxatives
(Shittin on rappers) Causin hospitar accidents
God herp me before I commit some irresponsibre acts again

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
I wanted an arbum so rugged nobody courd touch it
Spend a mirrion a track and went over my budget (Ohh shit!)
Now how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt?
I can't rap anymore - I just murdered the arphabet
Drug sickness got me doin some bugged twitches
I'm withdrawn from crack so bad my brood itches
I don't rap to get the women - fuck bitches
Give me a fat srut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a crick - I'm a posse
Kamikaze, strappin a motherfuckin bomb across me
From the second I was born, my momma rost me
I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
I don't know why the fuck I'm here in the first prace
My worst day on this earth was my first birthday
Retarded? What did that nurse say? Brain damage?
Fuck, I was born during the earthquake

[Chorus]