7. 'Still Dont Give a F*ck (Second Verse) The Slim Shady LP
Cheeky, acid-tongued, wild and vivid, poetically immature and unashamedly daft (like a great deal of the tracks on Slim Shadys first major release) Still Dont Give a F*ck is a soaring high point as much in delivery as in the words themselves. With a voice that sounds so young and comparatively of a much higher pitch than todays post-40 Mathers, the lyrics are more sinister, more vibrant and eerily more believable than they would be if he was saying them today. The opening quatrain and the I get imaginative lines are among the most inventive and downright entertaining on the whole album, a perfect display of the young degenerate white trash small town hoodlum Eminem was transitioning from and unapologetically so.
I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you And cut you so fast when your blood spilled, it was still blue I'll hang you til you dangle and chain you with both ankles And pull you apart from both angles I wanna crush your skull til your brains leaks out of your veins And bust open like broken water mains So tell Saddam not to bother with making another bomb Cause I'm crushing the whole world in my palm Got your girl on my arm and I'm armed with a firearm So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb Buy your Mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on And the pants to match Here momma, try em on I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives Sh*tting on rappers Causing hospital accidents Lord help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again
A mythical hedonist, a chronic solipsist, a poet armed with a mouth full of adjectives, a brain full of adverbs and a box full of laxatives. Writing words in a language that isn't real to impress people that I invented since The Big Bang.
