Chords for Eminem - Just Don't Give A F***

[N] _ [E] _ [Em] [A] Woah, I [C] get your eyes in [Em] the air and get to clapping [B] them and like back and forth because
[Eb] this [Em] is what you thought it wasn't.
It [A] beats, the brothers [C] represent and the [Em] dirty doesn't.
I [A] be the M.I.O. the [Gb] double K.I..T.T. and check out [Ebm] my man he [Em] go by the name of Bunker. Slim shady, [A] brain dead like Zim [B] Brady. I'm an M-80, [Db] you little like that Kim [C] lady. I'm buzzing, dirty doesn't, naughty Rotten Rhymer. Cursing at you players worse than Morty Schottenheimer. You whacking in the [A] mother you bitch I'll stab [Bb] from. You ain't gonna sell two [Eb] copies if you press a double [Am] album. Admit it, [Gb] okay, while we coming out in the open, I'm doing that, I'm smacking, [E] smoking poison. My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an [C] alcoholic. I have a disease and they don't know what to call it, better hide your wallet [D] cause I'm coming up quick to strip your [Eb] cash, bought a ticket to your concert, coming with your [Em] bitch I'm coming out swinging, [D] so fast that it make your [Db] eyes spin. You getting knocked the fuck out like Mike [F] Tyson. The proof is [Gb] in the pudding, these stats [Ebm] don't hold me. I'll sleep till [G] mother fucker don't work for [Em] Ron Goldman. So when you [D] see me on your block with two [Cm] blocks screaming off the world like [E] Tupac. I just don't give a, talking that shit [D] beyond my pack. Dirty [Eb] Mac and telling your boys that I'm on, [Em] I just don't give a. So put my [D] date back on the rack, go [Cm] run and tell your friends my diss is [E] wack. I just don't give [Am] a, but see me [Gb] on the street in dark, you [Eb] gonna get stuck, stoned and snuck cause I [Em] just don't give a. I'm nicer than Pete, [A] but I'm on a search to crush your milk bone, I'm everlasting. [C] I melt vanilla ice like silicone, I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for [D] no reason. I'm cold and [Dbm] it's no season when it's 20 [E] below freezing, flavor with no seasoning. This is a [G] sneak preview, I did some magazine and still gonna get a [D] weak review. I make no [G] freak leave you, smell of [Ab] vodka's crystals. This is lyrical compact, gentlemen hold your [C] pistols. While I form like Voltron and blast you with my solar missiles. Slim shady, Eminem of the [D] old initials. Extortion, snorting, supporting [B] abortion. Pathological [E] liar, blowing this shit out of proportion. Delunius, [Am] zanius, spontaneous, sporadic. Impulsive [C] thinker, compulsive drinker. Addict, half animal, half man. Dumping your [Ebm] dead body inside a f***ing [C] grass can with more hoes than an Afghan. So when you [D] see me on your block with two [Cm] blocks screaming off the world like [E] Tupac. I just don't give [Gbm] up, talking to s**t behind my back. Dirty [Ebm] Mac and telling your boys that I'm [E] all out. I just don't give up, so put my [D] tape back on the rack. Go [Ab] run and tell your friends my s**t's whack. I just don't give [Am] up, but see me [Bm] on the street in dark. You finna get stuck, stolen, [Em] snuffed. I just don't give up. Somebody let me [D] out this limousine. I'm a caged demon, on stage [C] screaming like Rage Against the Machine. I'm convinced I'm a [Bm] fiend, and it was shot by this [Ab] racket it's spinning. Clinically brain dead, I don't need a [E] second opinion. Dropping a jewel, [D] I'm flipping a sacred treasure. I bite [Em] some motherf***ing style, just to make it pressure. I can't [Gbm] take the pressure, I'm sick of [Ebm] this. Sick of nagging [Db] horses b****** while I'm washing dishes. [C] In school I never said much, too busy having a head rush. Doing too much [Dbm] blush, had my face flushed [A] like red blush. Then I went [Gb] to gym B, that's when my face sprayed. Went to gym and [Em] ate great, the women's swim team. Who take me [C] for a joke, I'm no comedian. Too many mental problems got me smoking, wants to smoke [A] and eat again. I'm going [C] over the curb, driving on the [B] median. Finally made it [Em] home, but I don't got the key to get in. So when you [D] see me on your block, with two blocks, screaming all the world [E] like Tupac. I just don't give [A] up, talking that it's behind my back. Dirty [Ebm] Mac and telling your boys that I'm [Em] on arrow. I just don't give up, so put my [D] cape back on the rack. Go [Cm] run and tell your friends my d*** [E] is whack. I just don't give up, but see me [Gb] on the street and duck. Dooplin and get stuck, stolen, snuffed. I