I've just been warned not to say ''bitch''.
Bitch!
Verse 1:
I have a headache, the side effect of alcohol.
We ruined the world, God, forgive us.
Money's such a damned thing, it's life's full authority.
Thank you my fans, I exist because of you.
(But you're poor and you don't have any fans).
Oh! You're right, nobody knows me.
I still have no money, my name is nowhere.
That's why this song is not funny, it's hardcore!
Everybody has become a rapper, everyone's arms too get captivated who reaches a shaking hand.
There is dime a dozen of Mc Kerems whose Aslıs are hoes.
Sometimes I'm thinking, ''No matter what I do is it gonna be melancholic?''
But then I'm saying, ''fuck it, and kill it!''
But if you're wondering about the real problem.
I cut and split my own Aslı into pieces. (Girl screams)
Now Jag is history, I'm reborn more evil.
Now my new name is: Stomach digger Jag Garipoğlu, bitch!
Chorus:
Because I've never been someone
who takes life seriously.
Now don't tell me to be like that.
Because I won't give a fuck! La-la-la
No matter what happens, I don't give a single fuck.
I'm serious mate, I don't give a single fuck.
You heard me say it, bitch! I don't give a fuck.
Fuck life! La-la-la
Verse:
If we put on our masks, people will love us.
And I bet, magazines will turn us into mascots.
But I'm a crazy that listens to Cansever and dances.
(Can you tell us about your future projects?)
Ofcourse.. I don't think of creating an album, I'll manage it with clips or duets.
To tell you the truth, I don't plan to produce anything.
I am planning to loot all the record companies
over Unkapanı with a pump-rifle.
If you want get encouraged listening to this song
and do the things I'm saying
but tonight I'll be found dead in my bathtub.
There's one last letter I want to send out
with two wrists that are cut with a razor.
I have prepared an excuse for everything I said here.
This is my alter ego bro, what do you want me to write about?
I'm murmuring Pit10's I Don't Care a capella.
Fuck this world! This is the main theme of this song, bitch!
Chorus:
Because I've never been someone
who takes life seriously.
Now don't tell me to be like that.
Because I won't give a fuck! La-la-la
No matter what happens, I don't give a single fuck.
I'm serious mate, I don't give a single fuck.
You heard me say it, bitch! I don't give a fuck.
Fuck life! La-la-la
I don't give a fuck x2
Oh no not like this.
Verse 3:
There's no sadness of a lying cheating valentine in my rap.
You misunderstood the situation, I don't fuck men too.
I don't have fans as much as your dislikes, it doesn't upset me.
No need stupid teenage fan girls.
If these nitwits who became famous cry more,
soon rap parties will be filled with gays with perfume.
Underground would turn into gaybar, sons of bitches will add color to it.
And I don't need to advertise! Jag jukes the fame.
The tree I had planted years ago started to appear now.
Now the fruits I pick sting some people.
Fuck! I gained antifans like fuck!
And everybody's swearing at me on social media.
Because I'm showing my mic skills.
Sit and watch my rhymes and styles.
Oh fuck! I think I made some sons of bitches angry.
Because my name is Mr.I Dont Give A Fuck
Chorus:
Because I've never been someone
who takes life seriously.
Now don't tell me to be like that.
Because I won't give a fuck! La-la-la
No matter what happens, I don't give a single fuck.
I'm serious mate, I don't give a single fuck.
You heard me say it, bitch! I don't give a fuck.
Fuck life! La-la-la
Sometimes I speak harshly, sometimes I speak magically.
I'm coming there, open your legs.
Oh! Now there's no main theme of this song
Because I just fucked the theme of the song!