MC Rimmer – I Don't Give A Fuck About Bitches Or Your Philosophical Shit on Bitches (Too Raw For Radio) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I've sipped some hate, got a snip from fate
Gotta grip my weight, I think a clip could make me sate
But never tripped on bait, or slipped before the plate
Or scored on the pate, but
Don't be a bitch about a bitch, because you're the one getting played
Fretting whiled you prayed, and had your setting swayed
But remain sane when your jetting is weighed
Still sweating grades, but never regretting me ending frayed
I don't give a fuck, or live for luck, now war is amuck
Schmucks and young bucks remaining bung when struck
Roo raw, jaws shrilled in awe, too ill for the law
I've murdered beats, and killed makers
Harder than concrete, I've skilled greater
Damn, I gotta make my bucks
Instagram, that shit is fake as fuck
Nigga please, living with a vigor ease
Appease death, and you'll make friends with life
Sometimes is best to break amends when in strife
Less stress than I had before, success open doors
I spit grit wit, rapper chap, no dapper dap
I all I need is one mic, even if source gives me a half, bitch
[Verse 2]
Common bitched, he said he was sick of the bitches
I told him to quit bitching, now he's a bitch nigga
Spitters making rich figures, faking itch triggers
And ditch rigor, snitches sick of
I've sipped some hate, got a snip from fate
Gotta grip my weight, I think a clip could make me sate
But never tripped on bait, or slipped before the plate
Or scored on the pate, but
Don't be a bitch about a bitch, because you're the one getting played
Fretting whiled you prayed, and had your setting swayed
But remain sane when your jetting is weighed
Still sweating grades, but never regretting me ending frayed
I don't give a fuck, or live for luck, now war is amuck
Schmucks and young bucks remaining bung when struck
Roo raw, jaws shrilled in awe, too ill for the law
I've murdered beats, and killed makers
Harder than concrete, I've skilled greater
Damn, I gotta make my bucks
Instagram, that shit is fake as fuck
Nigga please, living with a vigor ease
Appease death, and you'll make friends with life
Sometimes is best to break amends when in strife
Less stress than I had before, success open doors
I spit grit wit, rapper chap, no dapper dap
I all I need is one mic, even if source gives me a half, bitch
[Verse 2]
Common bitched, he said he was sick of the bitches
I told him to quit bitching, now he's a bitch nigga
Spitters making rich figures, faking itch triggers
And ditch rigor, snitches sick of
