Zero Fux - Kool Keith, B-Real

Why’s your face tight

Is it because I’m shining and you taste light

You’re a special case right

Identical

That’s where I met you critical

Fucking salty individuals

Stinging like a cut

I’m the alcohol, propofol

Put your ass to sleep

Keep groping ya’ll draws

On ya face like a rap party pound pat party Benz with some Bacardi we smoking

in the lobby

It’s a hobby never smoking bumpy looking poppy

Hitting home-runs kicking like our body

You’ll never stop me fucking spike trip I mic trip

On ya paper hold down with a tight grip I’m psychic

Watch ya side chick

You’ve been demoted to a side kick

She’s riding my dick apparently you like it

Apparently your blinded

Constantly reminded of the doctor making house cause you lost one behind it

We give zero fucks

We give zero fucks

(Kool Keith)

All my Cypress Hill coming down to metaphoric spitter

Butter ball so good I heard the word with my turkey givers

My fast ball, fourth ball got the Dodgers interested in my spitter

The right hand that got you up at back with a Huggies pamper

Perce Amber name ya high heel dancer

I’m looking for publicity with the canons

No need for a selfie and the camera

The fucking McLaren is orange mandarin

The ladies blowing my dick like the wind

My trim is to pull up on their ass and finger bend

Get cozy with Khloe Kardashian intimate

Any motherfucker you thinking rap send them in

Let them cook chicken

Take a ticket it for a ass whooping

The Nets want me to play in Brooklyn

Keep the hottest bitch looking

With a thong up her booty cooking

The rookie is on my shit like drugs that hooked in

I keep the queen pussy douching

Combat boot stepping on grown men and women

Niggas work in the factories put me a refrigerator pulling

Reliable workers you never heard of who wouldn’t

Mother fuck ya

We give zero fucks

We give zero fucks