Zeds Dead, Sean Price - Dead Price lyrics

Yeah, P! (Zed's Dead) yo (let's go) Listen
Ayo, I don't give a fuck about
What you give a fuck about
What you give a fuck about
I don't give a fuck about
Shut your mouth, cut your spouse
Special victim unit drive-by, fly guy
The sket will hit your buick
Never let the music, dictate the policy
Promise me you'll never rap
Again fam honestly
Been around the world and heard
All kinds of verses
Whatever it's worth, I curse
Your verse is worthless
You on a stage shirtless
Exposing your taco meat
I'm on the game first shit
Behold the rocker heat
I'm on beat with the soft flow standards
No beef with a Jo-Jo dancer
I'm better than whoever you know raps
Oh, you know him? Fuck it, his flows wack
I blow stacks on kicks and clothes
You so wack, you a bitch for sho (P)


(Listen) yo, I don't give a shit about
What you give a shit about
Cause what you give a shit about
I don't give a shit about
Kick him out, dick in mouth, kick it bitch
Spit it out have my dick soften while she's
Spitting in chicken broth
Imma go Shoo-Doo do nigga you wack
Just some motherfucking bubba-loo doo nigga
Generally, General Lee
I smack your racist face off
For fucking with P
Par for par the best barbarian sean
The arm, the double leg, arm, head of the don
Head from a broad
I was the head of the class
Now you got a lot of kids
But i'm better with math
Count your blessings, count your toes
Can't feel extremities off a ounce of blow
I'm not one of them niggas
That will dance in clubs
I take pills, coke, and I dance on drugs (P)