Dead Price lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Yeah, P! (Zed's Dead)
Yo, (let's go) Listen
Ayo, I don't give a f*ck about, what you give a f*ck about
What you give a f*ck about,I don't give a f*ck 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 sh*t, 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? f*ck it, his flows wack
I blow stacks on kicks and clothes
You so wack, you a b*tch for sho. (P!)

[Music Break: Zeds Dead]

[Verse 2: Sean Price]
(Listen)
Yo, I don't give a sh*t about what you give a sh*t about
Cause what you give a sh*t about, I don't give a sh*t about
Kick him out, di*k in mouth, kick it b*tch, spit it out
Have my di*k soften while she's spitting in chicken broth
Imma go Shoo-Doo do n*gga you wack
Just some motherf*cking bubba-loo-doo n*gga
Generally, General Lee, I smack your racist face off for f*cking 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 n*ggas that will dance in clubs
I take pills, coke, and I dance on drugs. (P!)
YO!
[Music Drop: Zeds Dead]