Thursday, July 5, 2012

I don't care

(CHatter)

Uhn!
It's Charles Hamilton.
Feel free to make your comparisons now.
I'm in the D..
with E...
D.E.M.E....
That's how you spell the first 4 letters of Demevolist,
think about it...

(Verse 1)
For those that thought they knew me..
say hello to the one who you thought was the new me.
Success would be thought of awesome usually
but when I talk to dudes they all confuse me.
Thinking to themselves,
....
"This nigga changed,
copped his chick a chain,
popped up in the game,
now this nigga's strange!"
To be honest I'm the same.
Modest in my brain,
cocky to ya lames.
it's just my aura, got me playing origami,
more punany.
Dr. Evil when I drop the lethal.
Spit lots of ether, kid.
Not repeating sh1t!
And if I do it's 'cause you didn't get the point.
So Em' twist a joint,
watch how these niggas point.
The ghost of Pac, watch the Bishop anoint..
the state pen.
Behind bars... Amen!

(Hook)
They keep telling me the hood don't miss me and every lil nigga in the hood wanna diss me.
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care...
These hoes used to act all prissy, diss me, now they all kissy kissy.
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care....
I got class so you can't dismiss me and all you can do is just sit and be pissy!
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't caarrre, I don't careeee!!!

(Verse 2)
It's wack how muhfuckas know my background,
try and rule me then I sit they ass back down!
YouTube me. I'm spitting crack, that's how
you know who flew me to rip this track. Mad now?
I'm Mad Cow, beef with me and you're sick!
Act foul, you get ignored, I ain't seeing you pricks!
Go'head, get mad. That's a reason to be pissed!
I been dreaming of this shit,
steaming on a piff,
sleeping on a bitch.
Finding any excuse to be in nigga's cribs.
Settle for stomach aches when I need to take a shit.
Pleading with my bitch,
bleeding from my lips,
believe with every kiss..
that she would make a difference like she was different.
But she was just one of them bitches.
Which is reason for me leaving this instant...
Who would of thought that a tree could end us?
...
And that very same tree makes me try.
The reason I'm alive is the reason I died.
'cause this is heaven, I'm happy as hell!
So do like me in high school and start stabbing yaself
'CAUSE I'M ON!

(Hook)
They keep telling me the hood don't miss me and every lil nigga in the hood wanna diss me.
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care...
These hoes used to act all prissy, diss me, now they all kissy kissy.
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care....
I got class so you can't dismiss me and all you can do is just sit and be pissy!
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't caarrre, I don't careeee!!!

*Piano Interlude*

(Hook)
They keep telling me the hood don't miss me and every lil nigga in the hood wanna diss me.
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care...
These hoes used to act all prissy, diss me, now they all kissy kissy.
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care....
I got class so you can't dismiss me and all you can do is just sit and be pissy!
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't caarrre, I don't careeee!!!

*Beat makes a strange turn, almost FRIGHTENING!*

(Hook)
They keep telling me the hood don't miss me and every lil nigga in the hood wanna diss me.
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care...
These hoes used to act all prissy, diss me, now they all kissy kissy.
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care....
I got class so you can't dismiss me and all you can do is just sit and be pissy!
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't caarrre, I don't careeee!!!



Lyrics by, Jose Isla Jr.

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