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[   SONG: We Don't Give A Fuck]
[  ALBUM: Manhunt the Mixtape ]
[ ARTIST: Hyper Sniper        ]
[   YEAR: 2007                ]
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 (verse 1)

sniper man, i put it down
muggin with a crooked frown
going fishin, hook your mouth
well i'd say we cooking now
got you flopping on the grill
got you, not too hard to kill
ross on top of haunted hill
watch him clocking dollar bills
i'm making music, swinging cleavers in the slaughterhouse
the industry's a target now. and enemies, i call 'em out
you gon' see 'em fallin down, leave 'em in the water drowned
so bring your homie with you pussy, cause we brought a crowd
i don't give a fuck, a nigga really wanna hate me
i'll take 'em to the back and ain't nobody gonna save 'em
i'll chop the muthafuckas up and put 'em into gravy
the cops are gonna come and try to figure where the brain be
muthafuckas never finding nothin so chill
i gotta get 'em out, i gut 'em. for real
hit 'em with a cleaver, little piggy don't squeel
and we turning hating muthafuckas into whole meals


 (hook)

all you hatin muthafuckas wanna get rid of us
you can tell it to the middle finger, we don't give a fuck
we don't give a fuck, naw we don't give a fuck


 (verse 2)

i am the height of existence, high as the sky
if you listen, you can hear rifles clicking
surprising, it's sniper. you missed it
minds of the gifted are seen through eyes of a blinded victim
cause life is a violent mission to diamonds and higher opinions
honestly talking, on every level we got you beat constantly
whether it's on the street or on the mic, you soft to me
and probably up in the dotte, monopoly cockin the heater
thought you was hard but the cleaver chop you to sausages easy
looking at a little muthafucka, he so pathetic
i said it. get it? you're really weak bro
everybody laughing at him when he coming through
myspace mobster, now what you gonna do?
get a little sentimental when you think about me
hanging on my jock and you could never live without me
y'all really need to figure out a better hobby
hip-hop never worked for you. so sorry


 (hook)


 (verse 3)

who is the new kid brewing a movement of lunatics?
rumor is he doing music and eating it up like tuna fish
the truth is, he ain't new to this
hyper sniper the pseudonym
the ruger get to clickin, you get holier than crucifix
and super duper stupid kids have been ruined with foolishness
and grouping with a crew that's been abused with every shoe and fist
but dude i'm sadistic and using the cruel intentions
agony's around the corner, you should get used to losing, bitch
hyper sniper coming to you with a bayonet
if you wanna gamble then you got to pay the bet
all i ever really wanted's all i really need
but you really wanna fuck it up and now you wanna beef
well whatever floats your boat
you know, we could both go toe-to-toe
but no, you won't show. you frozen.
staying in your homie with phony homies. nigga call the police!


 (hook)