Still Really Don’t Give A Fuck

Yo They said “You grew up, got old, got soft” Man shut the fuck up I’m still the same screw-loose kid who never got hugged Matter fact I still really don’t give a fuck I’m back again, carryin’ a flask full of accidents Half of my past in the trash with the sacraments Yellin’ at myself in the mirror like, “Fight back” Till I swing and the glass shatters oops, guess I'm like that I’m the leftover residue of Dexedrine and stress again Mix a little Ritalin with venom and some pettiness People said I’d never be anything but a detriment Look guys! I’m everything you feared with a lotta hits Still poppin’ sedatives like Pez, instead of therapy Still tearing up my life like “what the hell is wrong with me” Still paranoid as ever every cop is onto me Still writing death threats to myself anonymously I tried sobriety but sobriety was killing me Got offered a Bible, but the pages started burning me I ain’t changed same brain, same strain of anxiety Still hate society like it personally lied to me I’m that kid who never learned to behave Grew up with rage, glue fumes, and Nintendo games Now I’m a demon with a pencil every sentence is criminal Still offend a whole generation by accident, subliminal I still really don’t give a fuck Still don’t, still won’t, still can’t grow up They tried to tell me chill out but I’m still spun up So whatchu want I’m still nuts, still stuck, still drunk, still corrupt I still really don’t give a fuck Middle finger taped up ‘cause I flipped too much If life’s a bitch then I’m breakin’ up I swear to God, man I still really don’t give a fuck I’m still just the old me, back from the OD Woke up with a whole sheet of lyrics I don’t need Phone full of voice notes: “Bro, you gotta control me” But they all sound like someone doin’ bad karaoke Still the same Myth that the teachers used to hate Still the same Myth that police would confiscate Still the same Myth every bully tried to chase Till I wrote a verse so cold they backed up like “wait” Still tossing matches in my house for the hell of it Still writing letters to my ex full of expletives Still telling therapists my life is all relative Still blaming everything on that bitch, like she’s relevant I’m a walking contradiction, rappin’ with conviction Every bar is like a car that crashed into addiction Every scar is like a part of half-remembered fiction I don’t know if it’s confession or another contradiction But I’m back and I’m manic and I’m laughing again Like I just lost the last grasp I had on what’s sane Y’all want peace? I’m a Middle East traffic jam Y’all want clean? I’m a fried-out acid flashback man Aleve in my bloodstream, caffeine, gasoline Half-baked, half-dead, half-mad Wolverine Still screamin’ at my life like “Gimme one good reason” And life said “Nah” so I went back to schemin’ I still really don’t give a fuck Still don’t, still won’t, still can’t grow up They tried to tell me chill out but I’m still spun up So whatchu want I’m still nuts, still stuck, still drunk, still corrupt I still really don’t give a fuck Middle finger taped up ‘cause I flipped too much If life’s a bitch then I’m breakin’ up I swear to God, man I still really don’t give a fuck Flipped music on its ear like I dropped Korn I’m not writin’ songs, I’m makin’ audio porn I’ve been spittin’ bars so toxic and sick Y’all gon’ be needin’ ivermectin and shit Listen to me while I’m spazzin’ out and flippin’ birds Jason Voorhees with a mic, murderin’ with words I’m a bully with the fully-automatic tongue twist Verbally confusin’ noobs watch me bruise ‘em with a pun list Truth is, you couldn’t do this with two pens, Or GPT and Grok combined with djinns I woke up mad as hell, clicked post, didn’t proofread Pissed on your group’s flag call it drip-feed Fingers all over the place like some loose weed So much cryin’ in the comments while I’m laughin’ eatin’ blue cheese I’m the dude your mom hates, dad hates, school hates Every Gen Z therapist files me as a cold case. Droppin’ bars that offend every city in a two-state Radius I spit truth sharp as a toothache I roast vegans, soy-sippers, atheists, believers Introverts, extroverts, burnout overachievers Haters, influencers, trend-following deceivers Hit “send” once triggered forty thousand receivers If I ain’t dissed you yet Relax, you’re next I disrespect demographics alphabetically yes Got a PhD in makin’ everyone stress Signed: Your boy Myth, the internet’s pest I still really don’t give a fuck Still don’t, still won’t, still can’t grow up They tried to tell me chill out but I’m still spun up So whatchu want I’m still nuts, still stuck, still drunk, still corrupt I still really don’t give a fuck Middle finger taped up ‘cause I flipped too much If life’s a bitch then I’m breakin’ up I swear to God, man I still really don’t give a fuck