Who wanna step into the room?
Where that ^!$$% Ren be at, makin' %#@! that's phat
'Cause in '95 I gotta hustle for yo $$#

Droppin' %#@! like in the past
Rated double X, you in trouble when I hex
^!$$%z that be actin' like hoes of the opposite sex

'Cause fool I'm a soldier with a regiment
10,000 ^!$$%z marchin' to your residence
$#&@ the president and his red, white, and blue

I never leave a clue with the %#@! that I do
Sport the black 80, creepin' with the flashlight
Comin' with this phat %#@! just last night

The mad scientist from the center of the Earth
Droppin' crazy %#@! whenever I drop a verse
^!$$%z in a rage, wanna see me in a cage

But um, I @@#!ed the gauge when the ink hits the page
$#&@ a grammy show and your mammy so now
What the $#&@ ya gonna do when I bust out the zoo

'Cause ya don't know really who you're $#&@in' with
You're $#&@in' with the ^!$$% Ren with the phat %#@!
And I don't give a damn


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Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn

And I don't give a damn

Three strikes for who? A ^!$$% fallin' in the trap

What can I do to keep from fallin' off the map?
I ain't your everyday ^!$$% just with a rhyme
I'll give ya that I don't give a $#&@ frame of mind

Make ya wanna shoot the police in the back
I'm crazy like Hady, 'cause devils be shady
The great elephant ^!$$% hangin' on box

A buffalo soldier without the dreadlocks
I don't give a damn, I created this %#@!
With the real ^!$$%z way back in '87

^!$$%z walkin' on my footprints in nine five
Fools hit 'em foul, can't hit a line drive
So get the hell away from my throne or a zone

My b-boy stance and %#@! is kinda full grown
$#&@ the police 'cause I still feel the same
And $#&@ a lotta ^!$$%z bein' whack at the game

I don't give a damn

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Who be talkin' %#@! about the great elephant?
Ren be bustin' raps, ^!$$%z bustin' caps

The (*##$ made ^!$$% killa, that's who I be
When (*##$ made ^!$$%z come and try
Be a politician kidnapp, who gives a $#&@ about 'em

^!$$% never gave a $#&@, I can live without 'em
^!$$%z wanna journey down the black brick road
They can see me changin' in an I don't give a $#&@ mode

Then I explode, better hide your neck
Ya new whack ^!$$%z never get my respect
Then center of the Earth is where I dwell

Your %#@! never sell, I got 'cha trippin' in a livin' hell
So back the $#&@ out my way, that's what I'm sayin'
'Cause I'll be havin' hypocrite ^!$$%z balls hangin'

And othe (*##$ ^!$$%z, be go lickin' 'em
But Ren just keep on pickin' 'em and slam
'Cause I don't give a God damn


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