Dont Care

{"Sticks and stone may break your bones But talk can't do you no harm Now listen to this one good"} (Verse 1 - Nabo Rawk) Yo I sit back, and watch most of ya'll slip Attack every track like He-man's whip Keep my shit tight, like them drums on D&D You must be deaf, dumb, and blind if you slept on NAB The beats about to blow yo, like TNT Or your hoe after the show cause she's in to me Got a beat like Nomar, dick like a crowbar Haven't found a hole to pass seed erupt so-far I'm in a court like arenas with no domes Your fans get off the bus, I make them go home Your girls a whore, I gave her counterfeit bills The sound of it kills; I'll pound her clit with my dills Sick with the skills, feel the name like Phil Da Ag Do shows weekly, I'm on your bill to brag Rather thrill a hag than ever feel a fag Moby Mag is a crustified Chromag See me throws jabs at your vocab While your girl circulates around my motherfuckin gonad's I'm so bad and yo the bitch don't know that She's strung-out on Prozac and loves Mr. Bozak To face the place with an abrasive hum Watch me smack 'em in the face, they just a waste of cum Ah fuck it, yo, I shouldn't even kick the rest dude Talk about your moms and you think of a test tube (Hook) x 2 The Porn Theatre Ushers don't care See, we just tear And pull rappers out the atmosphere Listen to the style that I'm flappin' this year Make the party people say oh yeah (Oh Yeah!) (Verse 2 - Nabo Rawk) Who wanna talk fame, and waste my time? Kid I'll rip you on a wall, on the floor, or in a rhyme Like any time, any place, any race, any face, any beat... at any pace ya'll Give me this mic and then my flowin' starts See these rappers fall off, end up like Owen Hart I'm throwin' darts. and fuckin' mic's at your podium Yo, you didn't know you'll get slimed like Nickelodeon Sodium man AKA the naturally Artistic, born original, fuckin' reality They'll laugh at you as I come after you to master you Dressed another, my fuckin style starts smackin' you Hackin' you, 'till your left with half a crew I'm laughin' at you, you're drunk off half a brew Half of you front large with fragile cocks And you talk more trash than the heap from Fragle Rock See these dips often laugh at your penile Pussy thought a rap room was a place to freestyle Ya'll must be senile thinkin' ya'll can F with this Nabo Rawk will make you my bitch receptionist It like Rick Sanders as you step to this Back off while I kick my fuckin' rep to this (Hook) x 2 The Porn Theatre Ushers don't care See, we just tear And pull rappers out the atmosphere Listen to the style that I'm flappin' this year Make the party people say oh yeah (Oh Yeah!)