I Still Don't Give A Fuck
Eminem Lyrics


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A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death?
Hell yeah, I'm afraid of death
I don't want to die yet
A lot of people think that I worship the devil
That I do all types of retarded shit
Look, 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 still don't give a fuck

I'm zonin' off of one joint, stoppin' a limo
Hopped in the window, shoppin' a demo at gunpoint
A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?
Fuck a needle, here's a sword, body-pierce with this
Livin' amok, never givin' a fuck
Give me the keys, I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck
But I smoke dope in a cab
I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
Come back the next week and re-open your scab (Yeah!)
A killer instinct runs in the blood
Emptyin' full clips and buryin' guns in the mud
I've calmed down now, I was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my soul's worn, and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein' operated on
I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writin' this rhyme
'Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightnin' this time

For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too!
To all the friends I used to have, I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
For all the drugs that I've done, yo, I'm still gon' do
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too!
For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past
But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass

I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast, when your blood spilled, it was still blue
I'll hang you until you dangle and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull 'til your brains leak out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains (shh)
So tell Saddam not to bother with makin' another bomb
'Cause I'm crushin' the whole world in my palm
Got your girl 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 Slim Shady iron-on
And the pants to match (Here, Momma, try 'em on)
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
(Shittin' on rappers) Causing hospital accidents
God help me, before I commit some irresponsible acts again

For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too!
To all the friends I used to have, yo, I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
For all the drugs that I've done, yo, I'm still gon' do
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too!
For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past
But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass

I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
Spent a million a track and went over my budget (Oh shit)
Now how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt?
I can't rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet
Drug sickness got me doin' some bugged twitches
I'm withdrawin' from crack so bad my blood itches
I don't rap to get the women, fuck bitches!
Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a clique, I'm a posse
Kamikaze, strappin' a motherfuckin' bomb across me
From the second I was born, my momma lost me
I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
I don't know why the fuck I'm here in the first place
My worst day on this Earth was my first birthday
Retarded? What did that nurse say?
Brain damage? Fuck! I was born during an earthquake

For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too!
To all the friends I used to have, yo, I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
For all the drugs that I've done, yo, I'm still gon' do
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too!
For every time I reminisce, I miss my past
But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass

Overall Meaning

The song "I Still Don't Give A Fuck" by Eminem talks about his fear of death, the perception many people have of him, and his disregard for societal norms. The first verse is about how he is afraid of dying and he is aware that people think he is a devil worshipper, and that he does all sorts of strange things, but he cannot change himself to please anyone. The second verse is about how he is so high on weed that he is losing control and could end up doing something reckless. He talks about his past drug addiction and how he was once heavy into drugs, and even though he has calmed down now, he still does not care about anything.


Line by Line Meaning

A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death?
People often inquire if I fear dying.


Hell yeah, I'm afraid of death
Certainly, I'm scared of passing away.


I don't want to die yet
I'm not ready to die at this moment.


A lot of people think that I worship the devil
There are folks who believe that I have a devotion to Satan.


That I do all types of retarded shit
They assume that I engage in foolish, absurd behavior.


Look, I can't change the way I think
My thought process is not within my control.


And I can't change the way I am
I can't alter my personality or character.


But if I offended you, good
However, if my actions or words harmed you, that's great from my perspective.


'Cause I still don't give a fuck
It's because I'm indifferent and couldn't care less about how you feel.


I'm zonin' off of one joint, stoppin' a limo
I'm currently in a state of being high off a singular marijuana roll and halting a limousine.


Hopped in the window, shoppin' a demo at gunpoint
I trespassed by jumping through the window of the car and forcefully offering a music sample at the tip of a firearm.


A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?
I'm a songwriting artist that's mediocre and doesn't understand the present time.


Fuck a needle, here's a sword, body-pierce with this
Forget hypodermic needles; here's a sword that can pierce your body instead.


Livin' amok, never givin' a fuck
I'm living recklessly and carelessly without concern.


Give me the keys, I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck
Handover the car keys; I'm inebriated and inexperienced at driving a vehicle of that size.


But I smoke dope in a cab
Although, I consume cannabis in a taxicab.


I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
I will puncture you with the most pointed blade that I can find.


Come back the next week and re-open your scab (Yeah!)
Return to the scene a week later so that I can reopen your wound and cause you more injury.


A killer instinct runs in the blood
There's a natural impulse to murder that runs through my veins.


Emptyin' full clips and buryin' guns in the mud
I'm firing full magazines and burying firearms in the dirt.


I've calmed down now, I was heavy once into drugs
I'm more relaxed nowadays, but I used to have a severe addiction to dangerous substances.


I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
I could walk around for sixty days sober, but still feel the effects of drugs.


My brain's gone, my soul's worn, and my spirit is torn
My mind is lost; my spirit is weakened and emotionally troubled.


The rest of my body's still bein' operated on
I'm still being treated in different aspects, despite introspective healing.


I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writin' this rhyme
I'm hiding while composing these verses.


'Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightnin' this time
It's because I'm likely to be struck by lightning any time now.


For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you
This marijuana rolled is in honor of all the cannabis that I've consumed.


To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too!
To all the individuals I've hurt or outraged, I feel disinterest and strongly negative emotions toward you as well.


To all the friends I used to have, I miss my past
I long for my previous existence and the individuals I associated with.


But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
However, all other people can go screw themselves.


For all the drugs that I've done, yo, I'm still gon' do
I've consumed various substances, and I'll undoubtedly continue to do so.


For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past
Whenever I contemplate or fondly recall previous moments, I yearn for them.


But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass
However, I remain unconcerned about everything - kiss my backside.


I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
I entered a violent encounter equipped with a blade intending to end your life.


And cut you so fast, when your blood spilled, it was still blue
My cutting you was so swift that your blood dripped out before oxygen could turn it red.


I'll hang you until you dangle and chain you with both ankles
I will suspend you by both legs and object you with chains.


And pull you apart from both angles
I'll separate your body by drawing on opposite directions.


I wanna crush your skull 'til your brains leak out of your veins
I desire to compress your head so hard that the brain substance seeps out.


And bust open like broken water mains (shh)
Your skull will break open and split like cracked water pipes.


So tell Saddam not to bother with makin' another bomb
Inform Saddam Hussein not to waste his time creating another explosive.


'Cause I'm crushin' the whole world in my palm
Because of my immense strength and power, I could destroy the entire planet.


Got your girl on my arm, and I'm armed with a firearm
I have a lady by my side, and I'm packing a weapon.


So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
My entire limb is a massive explosive device that burns things on contact.


Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on
Purchase a Slim Shady-themed top for your mother with an iron-on sticker.


And the pants to match (Here, Momma, try 'em on)
And acquire trousers to match (Mother, please give them a fitting).


I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives
I employ a descriptive vocabulary to create vivid and creative scenarios.


A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
I'm loaded with descriptive words in addition to medication that induces defecation.


(Shittin' on rappers) Causing hospital accidents
I'm using my rapping talent to mock and ridicule other artists resulting in hospital emergency cases.


God help me, before I commit some irresponsible acts again
I require assistance from a higher power to prevent me from indulging in reckless behavior.


To all the friends I used to have, yo, I miss my past
I regard my previous friendships with sentimentality that I wish to relive.


I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
I aimed for a music project so aggressive that no one could surpass it.


Spent a million a track and went over my budget (Oh shit)
I invested heaps of money per song while somehow surpassing my intended spending limits.


Now how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt?
I'm uncertain how to escape my financial debt as a result.


I can't rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet
I lost my ability to rap since I ruthlessly destroyed every letter of the alphabet.


Drug sickness got me doin' some bugged twitches
The negative effects of drug consumption cause me to exhibit odd involuntary movements.


I'm withdrawin' from crack so bad my blood itches
The severe detoxification of crack has me feeling excruciating itches in my bloodstream.


I don't rap to get the women, fuck bitches!
I'm not rapping for female attention; screw them all!


Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
I want a full-figured lady that can cook and clean.


Never ran with a clique, I'm a posse
I never associated with a group; I'm a sole entity.


Kamikaze, strappin' a motherfuckin' bomb across me
I'm like a Kamikaze pilot willing to blow myself up with a powerful explosive at any given moment.


From the second I was born, my momma lost me
Since birth, my mother's had difficulty controlling me.


I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
I'm a hybrid of Charles Manson, Esham, and Ozzy Osbourne.


I don't know why the fuck I'm here in the first place
I'm unsure why I exist on earth at all.


My worst day on this Earth was my first birthday
The day of my birth is the worst one I've ever experienced on this planet.


Retarded? What did that nurse say?
She called me retarded, or so I heard from the nurse.


Brain damage? Fuck! I was born during an earthquake
I might have suffered brain damage since I was born during a seismic event.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

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